TREE HILL HIGH

Fight For Me

"Haley…?" Peyton called out timidly as she knocked faintly on the guest bedroom door where Haley was staying.

Haley reclined unto the bed so that Peyton could see her from the cracked open door. "Yeah?"

"Um – me and Lucas were gonna go watch a movie, we thought maybe you'd want to come…" she said, carefully stepping into the room.

Haley reluctantly shook her head and added, "Thanks, but you two have fun."

Peyton persistently dragged Haley out of bed. "Come on! It'll be fun!"

Haley laughed uneasily and shook her head, biting her bottom lip subtly.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," Peyton stated, folding her arms across her chest.

Haley smiled.

"K?" Peyton reconfirmed.

Haley slowly nodded her head and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Alright."

As the three of them sat silently in their assigned row in the theatre, the sound of Nathan and Brooke sucking each others' lips in the behind row was annoyingly sounding in the dark room.

Peyton rolled her eyes and tugged on Lucas' sleeve. "I can't watch like this!" she whispered loudly.

"Just block your ears," Lucas suggested, his eyes glued to the big screen.

Peyton hit his head, making him tear his eyes away from the screen and glare at her. She glared back before turning to face the otherwise preoccupied couple.

"Do you mind?" Peyton asked politely.

Brooke broke away from Nathan and stared incredulously at Peyton. "Excuse me?"

"Do you mind?" repeated Peyton clearly, widening her eyes at Brooke.

Brooke furrowed her eyebrows with repulsion, casually adding, "Fuck off."

Peyton parted her lips, shocked. But for Lucas that was the last string. He rotated in his seat, resting his arm on the back of his seat and staring at Brooke. "Hey. She was asking you nicely if you could keep it down."

Brooke leaned forward and allowed her eyes to penetrate into Lucas's. "And I told her nicely to fuck off."

At that moment, Haley returned from buying popcorn and drinks, desperately trying to balance them. But one coke slipped uncontrollably from her arms and landed flat against Brookes lap, splattering all over her designer clothes, and making her jump up in utter shock.

"You bitch!" she yelled, making all heads in the theatre turn to them. Brooke clenched her teeth angrily and stared up at Haley, slapping her offensively.

Lucas jumped up from his seat along with Nathan and soon followed by Peyton.

"Hey!" Lucas retorted, staring straight at Brooke.

"What's your problem?" Nathan asked, getting up in Lucas' face.

"Tell your girlfriend, that she should start acting a bit civilized." Lucas blurted out defiantly.

"Oh my God!" Brooke protested.

Nathan also protested by swinging his fist at Lucas' face, making him stumble back onto his seat. Lucas quickly regained his position and pushed Nathan with all his force, making them both roll onto the behind seats.

Brooke cautiously backed away and watched them fight, appalled by Lucas especially. "Get off of him, you – you bastard!"

"Now it's my turn." Peyton stated casually as she stepped up and without hesitation slapped Brooke.

Brooke disbelievingly held her hand to her face as her eyes began to glitter from forming tears. "Nathan!" she called helplessly.

But Nathan was now being pulled away from Lucas by a built security guard , as was Lucas.

The girls were soon dragged out after them, and were merely thrown out of the theatre.

Brooke nervously fidgeted in her spot, running a hand through her hair. "I have never been this humiliated in my entire life!"

Peyton faintly rolled her eyes. "Let's go Luke."

Lucas looked back at the two 'enemies' with repulsion then turned to Haley who stood helplessly alone, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt.

"You okay?" he asked her, stopping her hands by gripping them in his.

She let out a nervously vague "Yes."

"Alright, let's go." he said, placing his hands on the smooth of both Peyton and Haley's backs and leading them into the car.

"Hey!" Nathan called after him.

Lucas fastened his eyes shut, calming himself down, and slowly turned to Nathan. "Yeah?"

Nathan walked up until he was mere inches away from Lucas's face. "Me and you. The court. Tomorrow. If I win, you do whatever I ask. If you win, I do whatever you ask."

Lucas imagined himself kicking the living crap out of his extremely loathed brother.

"Deal."