So here's the first chapter of the new one! As you can see, it's rated M, and that'll probably kick in next chapter. I feel a bit more free with what I write when it starts out as M, so that's good! I'm very excited about this story. It's an idea I've had in my head for forever now, and I've actually had this chapter written for a couple of months. However, I changed it almost completely when I was proofing it these last few days. It's definitely better than it was, and I hope that you all enjoy it. The title is a song by Fleetwood Mac that I absolutely love! I'd definitely check it out if I were you. For those of you who have read my other two stories, I just remembered that I failed to put the artists for the titles so here they are, if you're interested: Bruised But Not Broken by Joss Stone & Swoon by Imogen Heap.
Please let me know what you think of this first chapter! It's always the most important! Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or any of its characters.
Haley James focused her eyes on the reflection in the mirror before her as she applied her lip gloss. The rest of her makeup was done, and she was just putting on the finishing touches. She smacked her lips loudly when she was done and capped the gloss, tossing it carelessly into her makeup bag. She let her eyes roam over her form as she smoothed out her outfit. It was the first day of the new semester, and it was always a big deal to Haley. Meeting new students and getting to share her knowledge of literature with them was always exciting for her, and she loved her job more than anything. Teaching provided her with a special feeling of worth that nothing else did, and she doubted anything else ever would.
She smoothed out the black pencil skirt she was wearing and tugged at the hem of her red blouse. She found herself wondering if the outfit was appropriate for class, and as she did every morning she decided that it was okay. The top did showcase a little more cleavage than some of the other teachers preferred to display, but in her defense most of them were as old as the school itself. Haley was the youngest teacher there, and she was proud of where she was and how she had gotten there. It had all been worth it.
When the critique of her outfit was complete, Haley smiled at her reflection briefly before exiting the bathroom straight into her bedroom to put on her shoes. They were tall, black heels today, but she figured they were classy enough. And they definitely completed the outfit. After fixing her short, dark brown hair she checked the time and decided to grab a quick breakfast.
Even though she had been there just last week drawing up lesson plans, when Haley walked into her classroom she couldn't help but smile. Somehow it felt like she hadn't been in the room in forever, and she was happy to be back. One thing she loved about teaching at Tree Hill College was the fact that it was so small. The atmosphere and the small classes felt more like high school than college. At the same time, though, she got to teach mature people who had a real willingness to learn. There were the select few who were just there because the class was a requirement for their major and acted as if they cared about nothing, but Haley could get past them. She was the teacher, but it was their job to learn.
It wasn't long before her first class, which started at eight, came around. She had found time, however, to review her lesson plans for the day one more time. Haley James was always prepared, and it was one of the attributes she prided herself on. She hated being late, she hated being lazy, and more than anything she hated being wrong.
Once all of the new students had found their seats, Haley stood up and walked around her desk. She hopped up on the edge of it and gave them a smile. "My name is Haley James. You can call me Miss James. Anything else is unacceptable." She paused. "This is a writing class, and you will have to write…often. So if you're only in here to get the credit and get out, we have a problem. That is what I like to call a waste of my time. So you may stay in this class, if and only if, your sole intention is to learn and absorb as much information as you possibly can. I take my job seriously, and I expect you to do the same."
A hand rose in the back of the classroom, and Haley raised an eyebrow before calling on him. "What is it?" she asked.
The man smirked at the phrasing of her question as well as what he was about to say. "Are you single, Miss James?"
Half of the people in the classroom started snickering, and Haley laughed sardonically as she crossed one leg over the other. "People, this is not junior high. If this is what you're here for, then I'd suggest you leave right now." She focused her attention on the man in the back of the room again. "What's your name?" She watched him smirk again and felt her face heat up.
"Nathan Scott," he responded cockily.
"Okay, Nathan Scott," Haley started. "Why is it that you are taking my class?"
He shrugged and let his eyes blatantly check her out. "I heard the teacher was hot."
Again the other students started whispering. Haley sighed and stood up, gesturing to an empty seat in the front. "Mr. Scott, would you please move to the front of the class?"
"With pleasure," he answered, winking at her. He gathered his things and made his way to the front.
"Okay, now that the parade's over, we can get started. You should all have your textbooks. If you don't you're behind already. For those of you who are prepared, please open your books to page twenty-one." Haley turned to look at Nathan but found that his eyes were already on her. She quickly looked away and made her way around her desk again, sitting down in her chair.
Nathan watched her as she turned around, and as she walked in the opposite direction his eyes lingered on her ass. He had only been being honest earlier. He had heard from multiple people that the teacher for this particular course was hot as hell, and he knew he just had to see for himself. Who knew everybody was right?
For the duration of the class, Nathan simply couldn't focus. He really did try. He opened his textbook and tried to listen to the words Miss James was saying, but he couldn't stop ogling her. Instead of hearing the words coming out of her mouth, he only saw her lips move. They were glossy, and every once in a while when she paused she would let her tongue out to lick them, and Nathan almost groaned at the sight. Usually he had no problem controlling himself, but after the third time his eyes involuntarily closed, and the image of his teacher licking something entirely different entered his mind. His eyes snapped open a moment later when he realized just how wrong those images were, but the thoughts continued to run rampant through his mind. He tapped his pencil against his leg relentlessly in an attempt to cool himself down and force himself to focus. It didn't work.
As soon as Miss James announced that class was done for the day, he shut his book and hopped up out of his seat. But instead of exiting the room like he intended for his body to do, he jumped up to sit on top of the desk and kept his eyes on the teacher as the other students filed out of the room.
"Do you need something, Mr. Scott?" Haley asked with a sigh as she came from around her desk.
Nathan smirked and stood up, letting his things collapse onto the desk again. He took a few steps towards her and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Actually, yeah I've got some stuff you could probably help me out with."
Despite her best efforts, Haley blushed. She quickly turned her face to try and hide it, but when she saw an arrogant grin pass across his face she knew he hadn't missed it. "Mr. Scott, I'm a busy woman. So if this isn't about class or something else important, I really don't have the time."
"Miss James," she corrected him with a raised eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest.
He held both his hands up in defense before locking his wrists behind his back. "Sorry…Miss James." It was actually kind of hot, in his opinion. How sexy would it be to have a fling with his teacher?
Haley tried not to look at him but found this to be a difficult task. So she turned to her side and started shuffling a few things around on her desk.
"So I was wondering if you could tutor me," Nathan blurted out. "I, um…a lot of people told me that you do that and that you're really good. I could use it." He let out a small chuckle.
Haley turned to face him again. "I do tutor students," she confirmed. "But you've just entered my class, Mr. Scott. And until I have a reason to believe you need my help outside of the classroom, you're going to have to try and make it on your own."
She was tough. And although it seemed like a bit of a barrier now, Nathan found it incredibly sexy. "Oh," he replied, his voice cracking slightly. "Well, I…I mean…"
"Mr. Scott, I'm sorry that I can't help you. But I do have a lot of work to do, so you'd best be on your way." She gave him a small smile and uncrossed her arms.
Nathan looked down at the ground and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well I just…I was also wondering-"
Haley interrupted him again. "Mr. Scott."
His head snapped up, and he dropped both his hands by his sides.
"Class is over," she stated politely, giving him a small smile. Without another word, she made her way behind her desk and began preparing things for her next class.
Nathan nodded silently. He hesitated briefly before picking up his books and heading for the door, silently cursing himself on the way. That had gone smoothly.
"Vodka," Haley requested as soon as she'd made it up to the bar. "Straight up. On the rocks."
"Damn," the blonde next to Haley mumbled. "What's gotten into you, girlie?"
Haley smirked and turned to face her friend. "No one yet, but I see that changing very, very soon."
The brunette on the other side of Haley gasped. "Is Haley James being a slut? I can't believe it!" she squealed. "You've finally joined me and Peyton!"
Peyton's mouth dropped open. "I am not a slut. Speak for yourself, Brooke Davis."
When the bartender placed her drink down in front of her, Haley thanked him and then picked up the glass, downing nearly the entire thing in one gulp.
Brooke smirked as she watched her friend. "Stressful day, Tutor Girl?" she inquired playfully.
"Aren't they all?" Haley muttered in reply before requesting another drink.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Peyton asked.
Haley shook her head. "It's nothing. I just feel like having some fun tonight." She smiled.
Brooke checked out her friend's appearance and then smiled proudly. "Well you're certainly dressed for the job, babe."
Haley was wearing a strapless red dress that reached just a few inches above her knees and black heels. Her hair was down, and she was wearing more makeup than she had worn to class earlier. She loved dressing up and coming out with her friends every few nights. The club they were at tonight was new, and Peyton had been the one to discover it, but Haley wasn't complaining. The place was very stylish, and the bartender was certainly efficient. Haley's job was a lot of work, and for most of the day she was a very serious person. She did her job, she answered questions, and she went home. But she had a social life, too, and this was it. She managed to balance it all very well.
After she'd finished her second drink, Haley's friends dragged her out onto the dance floor as one of their favorite fast songs began to play. They all danced together, most definitely drawing the attention of the club's male visitors, and they had fun. A few guys asked them to dance, but they all declined. While Brooke and Peyton both had steady partners, Haley simply wasn't interested. She had a little bit to go before she would be drunk enough to go home with a stranger.
After a while, the girls got hot, and they went back to the bar to cool off. The boys showed up pretty soon after that, and Haley watched as Peyton departed with Jake and Brooke with Chase. It was a routine for them, and Haley had made sure to let her friends know that it didn't bother her. And it really didn't. She wanted them to have fun with their boyfriends. She would eventually find someone to have fun with, too.
As she turned back towards the bar, Haley noticed the bartender standing directly in front of her. She gave him a smile.
"I'm Owen," he offered with a small smile.
"Haley," she returned politely, reaching across the bar to shake his hand.
Owen returned the handshake and smiled again. "Can I get you anything else?"
She contemplated for a few moments before answering. "Screaming orgasm," she finally requested. She watched his face. God, why did people always seem surprised when she ordered that? It was just a drink, for God's sake. Before she could ponder it any longer, she felt a presence next to her.
Not a second later, she heard his husky voice. "Coming right up, ma'am."
Haley turned in her barstool and smiled widely. "Thank God," she muttered under her breath. "I thought I was actually going to have to find a random to hook up with tonight." She stood up to hug him.
The man laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He kissed the top of her head and then allowed her to sit back down, letting himself do the same next to her. "I guess it's your lucky night, baby," he replied cockily.
Haley rolled her eyes. He was so arrogant, but she secretly loved it. She admired him for his confidence and his talent. "I thought you weren't supposed to get in until Sunday," she commented, still facing him in the stool.
He shrugged. "I pulled some strings."
She raised an eyebrow and turned as Owen set her drink down in front of her. She picked the tall shot glass up and downed it quickly.
"Alright, alright," the man relented. "Our last show got cancelled. Besides, I couldn't wait to get back and see my girl. I've missed you, Haley."
Haley smiled. "I've missed you, too, Chris."
Nathan watched her all class again the next day. For the second day in a row, he found himself having no clue what she was talking about, but this time he really didn't care. It's not like he was a genius when it came to school anyways. He was only taking classes at THC because his brother insisted that it was the best thing for business. He'd never finished his degree, and he honestly hadn't thought he ever would. But Nathan knew that his brother was right; it was the best thing for business. And the business was pretty much all he had left now. He had to take care of it…not for him but for her. It was her business that they had taken over, and he wanted to make her proud in that world.
There was no class the next day, but the one after that Nathan got there early. He silently took his seat in the front of the classroom and glanced up at the teacher. She was sitting in her chair behind her desk, typing away at her laptop.
After a few moments, when Haley could feel someone's eyes burning into her, she stopped typing and looked up. "You're early, Mr. Scott. Class doesn't start for another thirty minutes."
"I know," Nathan replied with a smile.
She eyed him for a few more seconds before shaking her head. It wasn't her problem. She could get her work done, either way. If he wanted to waste an extra thirty minutes of his day, then that was on him. She looked at her computer screen again and continued typing the e-mail she was getting ready to send out.
Once class started, Nathan was zoning. He wasn't daydreaming or sleeping or anything of the sort…no, he was straight up zoning out on her legs. Her dark violet dress was a little bit short today. It was certainly appropriate and left plenty to the imagination of most people, but not Nathan. And when she sat on the edge of her desk and crossed one leg over the other, which he already realized she did a lot, it rode up. When it first happened, he gulped and glanced around the room guiltily. Everyone else was taking notes, but he hardly noticed. His eyes almost immediately snapped back to the front of the classroom, and his mouth went dry.
Half of her creamy, tan thigh was exposed, and Nathan was going wild. He watched, enraptured, as her leg moved off of its twin. Not a second later, the other one had taken the top spot, and he licked his lips. The new position had allotted him about another inch of her thigh.
And before he knew it, everyone was rising to leave. What the hell? He literally felt like he had been in class for five minutes. As everyone was beginning to leave, Miss James called out, "Don't forget your first writing assignments are due tomorrow!"
What? Writing assignment?
Nathan stood up and gathered his books into his arms, walking up to her desk. She was still sitting on it, and he had to force himself not to stare at her thighs as he stopped directly in front of her. "Miss James, I was wondering if you could explain that writing assignment to me again," he tried. "I didn't really understand the topic."
"You didn't understand, or you weren't paying attention?" Haley challenged with a raised eyebrow.
Nathan furrowed his brow. "I didn't-"
"Mr. Scott," Haley started, leaning forward slightly to make sure she got his attention. "I'm not here to play games, okay? You haven't listened to me for a single moment of this course so far, and that's not my problem. If you want the grade, you're going to have to earn it."
Both of Nathan's eyebrows raised, and he scratched the end of his nose.
"Don't look so surprised," Haley added. "Look, I require that my students pay close attention to me during class, and in return I do the same. I don't know what's distracting you, but you need to get it together, Mr. Scott." She paused. "If you want to know the details of the assignment, get it from one of your classmates. There were plenty who were listening to me today."
Nathan wanted to say something. He really did, but nothing came out. Instead he simply swallowed and nodded. Then he quickly turned and left the room.
He caught up with one of the guys he recognized from class in the quad. "Hey, man. Wait up," he called. When the guy stopped and turned around, Nathan extended his hand. "Nathan Scott."
The guy smiled and shook his hand. "Yeah, I know. I'm Mike Banes. Nice to meet you, man."
"You, too," Nathan muttered distractedly. "Look, I um…I kind of zoned out in class today. Do you think you could tell me what that writing assignment was all about?"
Mike chuckled. "Yeah, I noticed. You might want to wipe the drool off of your face next time."
Nathan furrowed his brow. "What are you talking about?"
Mike shrugged. "You zoned out on Miss James, right? Hey, man…I don't blame you. I'm pretty sure every guy with a straight dick that lands in that class has the same problem."
"I can't say I'm surprised," Nathan muttered.
"She's pretty fine," Mike agreed with a nod. "Look, as far as the assignment goes…I wasn't really listening either. I'll probably catch up with one of the girls later and get it. But hey, I can let you know when I do."
Nathan nodded. "That works." The two exchanged numbers, and Nathan smiled. "Thanks, man."
"No problem," Mike replied.
Nathan sighed before looking back up at him. "Was I really that obvious?" he asked with a light chuckle.
Mike laughed. "Uh, yeah, man…you were. But don't worry about it. Like I said, it happens to the best of us." He smirked. "One of my friends had her last semester, and he said they used to hook up all the time before class."
Nathan raised an eyebrow. For some reason, he didn't really believe that, but he was still curious. "Did they really?"
"I don't know," Mike answered with a shrug. "But he still goes on and on about it. He says she's into some really freaky shit…like, the good kind."
Nathan nodded slowly, still not really sure whether he was going to believe the rumor mill on this one. Miss James seemed like a tight ass in class. "Alright, well thanks again, man. Let me know." He gave the guy a short nod before turning around. He had to get to work.
"Oh, my God, you guys…it's so weird," Haley continued as she took her seat at the dining room table. The gang was at her apartment, and she had cooked them all dinner, as she did every Sunday night. "Class has been going on for almost three weeks, and he literally comes in every single day at least a half hour early…sometimes an hour."
Everyone began grabbing dishes and portioning out their food as Peyton spoke up. "What does he do?"
"That's the weird part," Haley replied. "He just sits there. I don't know what the hell he's doing. He doesn't work on anything. He just, like…stares at me."
Brooke made a face. "That's fucking creepy, Tutor Girl."
Haley's eyes widened in exaggeration. "I know!"
"What's this punk's name anyways, babe?" Chris asked as he shoveled some mashed potatoes onto his plate.
Haley looked up from her plate. "Technically, I shouldn't really say."
"Haley, the guy's being a freak," Jake spoke up. "What's his name?"
She took a sip of her water before replying. "Nathan Scott."
Chase almost choked on his food, as did Jake. They shared a brief look. "Nathan?" Chase double-checked. "Nathan Scott?"
"Nathan Scott is in your literature class at THC?" Jake inquired dumbly.
Haley narrowed her eyes. "Yeah," she said slowly. "Why? Do you guys know him?"
"Oh, my God," Brooke muttered. "Even I know who Nathan Scott is, Hales."
"He's a basketball legend at Duke," Chase explained, seeing the obvious confusion on his friend's face.
"Was," Jake corrected.
Haley furrowed her brow. "What do you mean, was?"
Jake shrugged. "He up and quit in the middle of his senior season, and nobody knows why. There were a bunch of scandals about it, but no one knows for sure."
"He was amazing," Chase added. "He was supposed to go first pick in the NBA Draft."
Haley raised one eyebrow. "You guys should know me well enough to know that I don't get the NBA. But…if he was so great, why is he going to THC now?"
"That's what we're all wondering," Brooke muttered.
"This is fucking insane," Chase murmured with a wide smile. "Can we meet him?"
Haley rolled her eyes. "Alright, this conversation is over. And no, I'm not introducing you to one of my students."
They ate in silence for a few minutes before Jake spoke up in a small voice. "An autograph, at least?"
Haley got up early the next morning and got her morning workout in. She didn't get to do it as often as she used to, but when she did it made her feel good. There was something about getting up, eating a healthy breakfast, and going for a nice, long jog that just felt right. She was always in a good mood afterwards.
When she returned home, Haley took a nice, long shower and took her time getting ready. She had gotten up in plenty of time and actually had quite a bit of time to spare, so she made her way over to her desk and sat down in front of the computer. She opened up Google Images and allowed her fingers to hesitate above the keyboard for a few seconds before typing in his name.
She'd been curious ever since dinner last night. How had she never heard of this guy? Obviously she wasn't the biggest fan when it came to sports, but if he was so popular she figured she would have at least heard his name in passing at some point. Nothing came to mind though.
She clicked the search button, and her mouth dropped open when the results popped up. There was an incredible amount of photos, most of which consisted of him on the court. She noticed the same number on his jersey in every photo.
Haley took her time looking at all the photos on the first page before moving on to the second one. There was a bunch of basketball ones again, as well as a few shirtless pictures in which he was obviously posing. Not being able to stifle her curiosity, Haley enlarged those images as well, biting her lip when they came into view.
Not exactly what a teacher should be doing…biting her lip at the sight of her shirtless student…but she didn't mean to do it. Besides, it's not like anyone was around.
After looking at the rest of the photos, Haley entered his name as a Web search as well. The first few links were stats, and she wasn't even about to begin to try and interpret those. So she skipped them. The next few were talking about his mysterious departure from the game, and several were speculating the cause. She read a few of the articles, which also had pictures attached, but when she noticed that it was time to leave she exited out of the pages and got up.
It was all very weird. Apparently everything the guy did was a mystery. She really wasn't sure why he kept coming in early, but what was she going to do about it? He wasn't technically doing anything wrong.
When she got to her classroom door, Nathan was leaning against it with his books in his hand. "Mr. Scott," she greeted him, waiting for him to move out of the way.
"Miss James," he replied in a low voice as he slowly turned and backed away from the door. He watched her unlock it and then enter the room, flipping the lights on as she passed by. He followed her into the room and set his books down, taking his regular seat.
Haley worked on grading a few papers at her desk, but it didn't last long. Eventually, she just dropped her pen and stood up. "Mr. Scott, why do you do this?"
Nathan looked up. "Why do I do what, Miss James?" At first, Nathan hadn't liked that she was so adamant about being called that, but it was growing on him. He loved saying it now. He loved the way it rolled off of his tongue.
She walked around to the front of her desk and took a seat on the edge. "You come in early every single day and do nothing. I'd like to know why."
"Am I required to tell you?" he inquired.
She said nothing, simply raising one eyebrow at him.
Nathan met her silence with his own, instead only smirking.
"Do you enjoy wasting my time, Mr. Scott?" Haley asked.
"Do you enjoy wasting mine?" he challenged cockily.
Haley laughed bitterly. "I'm not sure who you think you are, or who you think I am, Mr. Scott. But I've got a life to live, and I don't like feeling obligated to be here early every morning."
Nathan stood up and approached her. "First of all, you're here early every morning anyways. Second of all, trust me; I know you have a life. I've seen it."
She furrowed her brow, backing her butt up on the desk a little more. "What the hell are you talking about?" This was starting to get really creepy.
Nathan rolled his eyes. "I'm not a fucking stalker, if that's what you're thinking. You come into my club almost every night with your friends and that boyfriend of yours."
"Tric?" Haley muttered in disbelief. "Tric is your club?"
He nodded. "Is that so hard to believe?"
Haley took a deep breath. "What do you mean, boyfriend?" she asked a moment later.
Nathan sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Tall guy, skinny, spiky hair. If none of that rings a bell, you dry hump him on the dance floor every night, too."
"Chris?" Haley laughed. "Chris is not my boyfriend, not that it's any of your business. I don't have a boyfriend."
"So you're a slut?" Nathan challenged with a wide smirk.
"Excuse me?" Haley slid off the end of the desk and placed her hands on her hips.
Nathan shrugged. "Whether he's your boyfriend or not, it's obvious you're fucking the guy."
Haley brought both her hands in front of her and sent him a stern look. "This conversation is inappropriate, and you need to go. Class doesn't start for another hour."
"If you say so," he muttered, backing up and lifting his books into his arms. When he reached the door, he spoke without turning around. "But just so you know, Miss James, you could do better."
Haley's jaw dropped, and she didn't move from her spot for several minutes. Who the hell did this guy think he was? He never paid attention in class, which was already one of her number one pet peeves. And now he thought that just because she unknowingly hung out in his club a few nights a week he was entitled to ask about her personal life? What a jackass. He was her student, for God's sake. Her personal endeavors were none of his goddamn business.
Her cheeks were hot as she took her place behind her desk again. She picked up her pen and began reading over one of her student's papers. She needed to focus.
About three minutes later, Haley realized that she had read over the same paragraph about twelve times, and she hadn't marked anything wrong with it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather herself. These papers weren't going to grade themselves.
Another four minutes passed, and Haley dropped her pen with a long sigh. She still couldn't get past the first paragraph, and she didn't know why. Yeah, she was kind of frustrated with her "basketball god" of a student right now, but that shouldn't affect her work.
It really shouldn't.