Okay, so I didn't want to update so soon, but I'm too excited, haha. So chapter two!
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill...
Warning: Some use of strong language...I didn't want to go overboard. Haha.
The next morning Clay woke up with unpleasant vibrations in his skull, his arm took over the emptiness on the left side of their bed. He felt strange not having Quinn laying by his side, snoring softly. He missed her snoring, her goofy smile with he used to kiss her forehead every morning...he missed her. Clay got out of bed and headed straight to the telephone.
"You have three new messages" The answering machine beeped. Clay heard Nathan's voice.
"Hey, man what happened? Quinn came over here tonight, she looked crushed man. Haley's pissed." *beep*
"Hey Clay, it's Annie Laker...the gymnast? I would like to talk about the contract, arrange a meeting?" *beep*
"Clay, you need to cut the bullshit and grow up. Do you really think you can treat my sister like shit and not get away with it? Well, seeing as you won't answer my damn phone calls, whatever, Clay, while you stay at home and focus on your work I'll go and comfort your wife. You're an ass, Clay."
Clay stood there, taking in what Haley had said to him, she was pissed. This reminded him of what Haley had said to Clay during the whole Renée scandal, he shuddered as he walked to the kitchen where empty bottles of alcohol laid on the kitchen counter. He took an aspirin out of the bottle and let it fizz in the cool glass of water that was on the clean, marble countertop. He strolled back to the telephone where he rang Annie. It rang for a long time before he heard a faint 'Hello'. Clay looked to the wall clock, realizing it was 6am. Why was he up so early?
"Annie, oh, crap. Did I wake you? Of course I woke up, it's 6am." Clay croaked. He heard Annie give a light chuckle through the telephone.
"It's okay, I have training anyway, it's fine Clay, but out of curiosity why are you calling me at such an early hour?" Replied Annie playfully.
Clay chuckled as he rubbed his forehead. "I wanted to response to your voicemail yesterday, about a meeting? How about dinner? At 7pm? Roger's Diner. We can discuss your contract then." Clay said as he cleared his throat.
"Sure. That sounds great. I hope you don't take offense in this, but you sure do sound crappy. Either your sick or your hungover...or both?" Annie said with a soft chuckle.
"Hungover actually. I...er had a rough night last night. Argument with the wife. Yeah...She was being such a bitch." Clay said with a heavy sigh.
Annie understood, she nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Boy, I do miss being drunk. I've trained for months for this competition, which I hope you will attend, I've been on such a strict regimen, but if that gets me the winning medal then so be it. Anyway, the things between you and your wife, I'm sure everything will turn out just fine for you guys. Apologize to her Clay...and get her flowers. Cheesy yes, but a girl is a sucker for some expensive flowers. Also, never call your wife a bitch. It will bite you in the ass later on." Annie laughed. Clay laughed with her.
"Trust me, as fun as getting drunk is, the hangover after is crappy. I'll sure be attending your competition, you'll be great. Thanks for this Annie, this has helped a lot. See you at dinner, bye." Clay hung up the phone and walked towards the bedroom.
Clay didn't realize, throughout the whole conversation, Quinn had come back home and listened to what he had said to this Annie. She was hurt that he called this chick before he called her, she was expecting him to call her to at least talk about what happened last night, yet she was angered at what he called her. How dare he call her a bitch; like he was the worlds best husband? Quinn was tired of this bullshit. She returned back to her car and began to drive back to the Scott household where Jamie greeted her.
"Hey aunt Quinn, your back!" He said with a smile as he hugged her.
"Yeah, buddy. I'm back. Where's your mom?" Jamie pointed to the kitchen as he walked upstairs.
"Quinny? Your back? What happened now. What did Clay do." Haley said in a frustrated tone. So, Quinn told Haley about the conversation and what Clay had said.
With a sigh, Quinn got up to use the bathroom just as Nathan walked in.
"Quinn's back?" Nathan said pointing to her fringed bag that took her place on the couch. With a nod, Haley got up from her seat to hug her husband.
"All this Clay stuff has really got to her." Hale said in a worried tone as she stood with him tighly hugging him.
"Hales, they'll be fine. They survived gunshot wounds, I'm sure they can get through all this fighting." Nathan said with a smile.
"Aw. The Scott family all happy." Quinn said with a strained smile as she returned to the kitchen to the sight of Haley and Nathan together. The faint cries of Lydia broke them from their embrace. "No, I'll get her guys. Stay there." Haley and Nathan smiled at her.
Quinn walked upstairs towards Lydia's room.
"Hey there, Lydia. How are you?" Quinn whispered, hugging her gently. Quinn could feel the tears stream down her face as she set Lydia down.
"Whatcha got there?" She said to the three-year old, straining herself from breaking down. As Lydia got up to pick up a teddy bear, Quinn lightly patted her stomach...as tears streamed down even more.
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Oooooohhhh...cliffhanger! I will update soon...I will start writing chapter three tomorrow and I'll post that Wednesday or Thursday! I know, so far this story's not very fluffy and all...Soon, very soon! I'm liking all this drama to be honest, it's fun to write, also, there's going to be a lot more drama, but I'll try to tone it down... I hope you liked the short Naley fluff.. Yeaah.. Again, thank you for reading and reviews will be greatly appreciated! This chapter is a tad longer than the first woo! I'm working on it! Aha.