Okay so this is my very first story that I've written. I don't claim to be any good so please bear with me. Now this first chapter is kinda shortcompared to my other chaptersbecause it's kind of an introduction to Haley's life. Please feel free to leave reviews and let me know if I should continue. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story idea.
Sitting at her desk staring at her computer screen, Haley James couldn't figure out how to start her English essay. Describe your Utopia. Who the hell assigns something like that? Mr. Kelley that's who, Haley thought as she tapped her fingers on her desk, I mean seriously, what is utopia anyway? There is no such thing as a utopia even in an imaginary sense. Something is always bound to go wrong. This assignment is stupid. Ugh! Hmmm, maybe I can bullshit my way through it. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
As Haley started typing away on her computer, a small figure entered her room tip-toeing towards her. The figure quietly headed towards Haley with a scheming grin plastered on her face.
Haley almost jumps out of her chair in surprise due to the interruption.
"Brooke, what the hell?" Haley yelled at her younger sister completely pissed off.
"You should have seen your face!" Brooke said overcome with laughter.
Brooke was a year younger than Haley. She was definitely what you would describe as Supermodel Gorgeous. She had hazel eyes and medium length raven colored hair. She also had the body that most girls would kill for. Lightly tanned and toned in all the right places Brooke never had to feel insecure. Ever the fashionista Brooke wore nothing but the latest and up-to-date styles. If it isn't designer she wouldn't be caught dead in it. A definite contrast from Haley who had long sandy, blonde hair and big, brown eyes. She was petite but had just the right curves. Even though Haley did sport some of the same style as Brooke, she was just as comfortable going out in jeans and an old t-shirt with her hair in a ponytail and no make-up. Brooke was always perky and ready for a party. Haley on the other hand didn't mind hanging at home and reading a good book, not that she got to do it often.
Brooke walked further into Haley's room and to her closet and starts to sift through her sister's clothes.
"So, what brings you to my room and into my closet?" Haley asked slightly annoyed and pissed at her sister for interrupting her.
"I was wondering what you were going to wear to Teresa's party tonight. That way I won't borrow something you planned on wearing. I was thinking I could wear your black, pleated mini skirt with my red, v-neck halter and black, knee-high boots. What do you think?"
"I think I'm never going to see it again." Haley responded now turned facing her sister.
"Hey, I'll return it this time!"
"Returning it is not the problem. Getting it back in one piece is."
Brooke looks at Haley with a guilty look on her face. "Okay, that was not my fault. How was I supposed to know that Lucas was so impatiently horny that he just had to rip the skirt off of me? And how do you think I felt? I had to go home wearing one of Tim's sweatpants."
Haley shudders at her sister's misfortune.
"Just take it. I don't even think I'm going tonight." Haley turns back to her computer as Brooke pulls out the skirt.
"Uh, what?" Brooke asked incredulously.
A James sister missing a party just did not happen. Everyone expected the sisters to be there. A party never really gets started until they arrive. That's what happens when you grow up in one of the richest families in the town. Haley and Brooke's father Jimmy James was the President of one of the most respected and successful advertising agencies in the state of North Carolina. As if that wasn't enough, their mother Lydia was the founder and owner of a chain of clothing boutiques across the country called Irresistible. The girls lived a lavish lifestyle where money was no object. They lived in a huge and luxurious mansion in the finest neighborhood. While Brooke reveled in it and flaunted it whenever she could, Haley remained passive and felt that although it is good to have money, it doesn't buy you happiness. So she didn't feel the need to flaunt her riches.
"What do you mean you're not going? Why?" Brooke sat down on her sister's beautifully made queen sized bed with wide eyes and an open mouth.
"I just have to get this paper done. And I really don't feel like getting drunk tonight. As a matter of fact it's kinda getting old. We do the same thing every weekend. I just want to shake it up and do something different."
"Then dye your hair a different color, drink another kind of alcohol, dress sluttier! Haley, you can't not go! It won't be the same without you. Besides isn't Nathan going?" Brooke threw in the last question with a smirk.
"You know he's going Brooke. And I see him all the time. He is my best friend. It's not like I can only see him at the party."
Nathan Scott. Haley's best friend since practically birth. Nathan's parents Dan and Deb Scott have known the James' since their college days at UNC. Both sets of parents moved back to Tree Hill and started their own business ventures. Dan started up a high class car dealership that has become a prominent, successful business. And Deb ran a non-profit charity organization which over the years has helped to raise millions for many charities. A few years after graduation both Lydia and Deb discovered they were pregnant around the same time, with Deb only a month ahead. While pregnant they did everything together and gushed about how their children would be the best of friends and if they were lucky they would have a boy and a girl who they could plan a wedding for. By a case of luck both women went into labor at the same time. In the end Deb gave birth to two healthy twin boys Nathan, the oldest by 8 minutes, and Lucas Scott. Fourteen hours later, Lydia gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl who she named Haley. Lydia liked to joke that her daughter was lucky since she had two boys to choose from. But there was something that drew Nathan and Haley to each other. As they grew up there was no denying the unbreakable bond that had formed. No one could really explain it. They understood each other and were very protective of one another. And to this day they still remain the best of friends united closely by that unexplainable bond.
"Well, I know that. I was just saying he'd be disappointed and very upset if his best friend didn't show up. I mean who else is going to bitch slap all the sluts that try to flirt with him. He needs your protection Haley. Not to mention other things. You don't want to leave the poor boy defenseless." Brooke couldn't help but try to use any tactic to persuade her sister to go to the party. And she knew Nathan Scott was the way to do so.
"I think Nathan can take care of himself." Haley responded while rolling her eyes.
"Haley come to the party. You know that if you don't go everyone is going to be calling you every second asking why you're not there." Brooke was starting to feel like she was about to lose the fight.
"Then I'll be sure to turn off my cell and unplug my private line then."
"Haaaleeeeyyy!" Brooke whined now kneeling in front of her. "Come on. You have to go. We're like the Hilton sisters. I can't show up without my Paris."
"Okay, for your information the Hiltons don't attend every party together. It's not often you see them go to the same event together. And why am I Paris?"
"Well, duh. You are the oldest."
"So? If anything I'm Nicky and you're Paris. Forget the age, let's go by demeanor and personality. Paris is a major party girl and she loves boys, lots of them. Not to mention the way she dresses. So, obviously you are Paris."
"I guess you have a point. And for your information I only love one boy. Or did you forget my boyfriend of two years, Lucas Scott?" Brooke retorted with a dreamy look on her face. A look she got every time she mentioned his name. It was a mixture of adoration, love, and pure unadulterated lust. Which always managed to make Haley want to puke.
Lucas Scott was Nathan's brother but if you were an outsider who had never heard of the Scotts you would never guess they were related. Nathan was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He had dark hair with striking blue eyes. An avid basketball player, he had a chiseled physique that girls drooled over. He was the ultimate charmer and everyone knew of his playboy ways. Lucas on the other hand had blonde hair and blue eyes. Along with his brother Lucas was a gifted basketball player, which kept him in great shape. When it came to girls Lucas was the subtle kind of guy. He is a huge fan of literature and would wow the female population with powerful quotes from poems or books that he had read. He keeps to himself and is seen as Brooke likes to call him Broody. Brooke and Lucas have been dating for two years after years of constant flirting. And ever since then the two couldn't be happier.
"How can I forget? I'm only reminded everyday when I catch you guys going at it on any surface you can find."
"Jealous? Anyway, Haley don't make me go alone. I'm begging here." Brooke brought her hands together in a begging pose on the floor.
"I have to work on my paper. It's due on Monday"
"Then you have tomorrow and Sunday to work on it. I'm not leaving until you say you'll go. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase!" Brooke pouts her lips innocently for the overall affect.
"Ugh! Fine! I'll go! Gosh, you are so annoying!" Haley sighed in defeat. "Now go before I change my mind."
"Yay! You are the best!" Brooke claps her hands together excitedly as she gets up then gives her sister a big hug and a kiss on her cheek. "I promise you'll have fun tonight!"
"Yeah, yeah. Now go"
Brooke grabs the skirt off the bed and heads out of the room. As she leaves she yells back, "I love you!"
"I despise you!" Haley yells back in mock annoyance.
"You know you love me!" Brooke responds before she disappears from sight.
Haley smiles to herself knowing her sister was right and then turns to her computer again when her cell phone rings. She looks at the caller id and smiles at the name.