A/N: Hey guys, this is a new story I just put up. I kind of really like the idea of it. I'll still keep updating my other stories (I'm not a giver-upper), but I really wanted to start this one. Another One Tree Hill story, because I just love the show! So anyway, here's some things you need to know…
Lucas and Nathan grew up in One Tree Hill and they are good friends.
Brooke and Peyton grew up elsewhere so they don't know L and N.
Haley never had any brothers and sisters, but her Mom isn't in the picture (you'll find out later on that subject).
I guess that's it, for now. Reviews would really be nice to show how you feel about it! Thanks so much and you're input will really encourage me to keep writing! Enjoy…
"Man, look at this place!" Lucas Scott exclaimed. Spinning around slowly, he studied every aspect of the basketball training camp. It was prestigious and seemingly defiant. The three-story gym towered in the center of the main grounds. Other smaller buildings surrounded the gym on either side. Another larger gym-like building was placed beside the gym, known as Kelley Hall. There were cabins located on both sides of the central grounds. There was no messing around in this place. It meant business…rock hard, professional business. Yeah, right.
"I know," Nathan Scott's eyes widened, "It's like it's too good to even be a training camp."
"Come on, Nate," Lucas laughed, "Basketball is life around here. We probably need to start thinking that, also, if we're actually going to do this."
Nathan stopped in front of the bold, double doors leading into the main entrance building. His strong, tone body puffed out as he inhaled deeply.
"Oh, we're doing this alright. Professional basketball has our names written all over it. We already earned our spot playing for the Sacramento Kings, but now we have to earn a spot on the starting lineup. Let's do this, Lucas." Nathan pounded fists with his half-brother and teammate.
They stepped through the double doors, leaving fear crumbling behind them.
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"This is so much fun, P. Sawyer, don't you think?" Brooke clapped her hands together giddily.
Peyton clasped her own face, sarcastically, "And after this, maybe we can go set my hair on fire!"
Brooke threw her arm around her best friend. "Not like you haven't already chopped it all off… And just because you kind of don't really like to dance doesn't mean you won't enjoy this camp."
"Well, seeing as I didn't really have a choice…" Peyton mumbled, rolling her eyes in the process.
Brooke gaped and placed the back of her hand to her forehead, dramatically, "Oh, the agony! Could you spare me the 'nobody understands me' sulky attitude for just today? I forgot my 'anti-Peyton's-attitude' pills at home."
"Pretending to enjoy hooting and hollering for guys already getting paid katrillions of dollars doesn't really hit the spot for me." Peyton raised her eyebrows, defensively. "Nah, I think I'm better at brooding."
Brooke narrowed her eyes and halted in front of Peyton.
"Look here, missy, I'm not spending all my money, or my Daddy's money," Brooke cocked her head to the side in confusion. Then, she shook her head and held up her hands, signaling her continual. "Anyway, I won't pay your share if you won't be a dancer with me!" Brooke growled and inched her face closer to Peyton's.
Peyton pursed her lips and crossed her arms in challenge.
Brooke smirked and began pacing around Peyton.
"Because if Peyton has to pay for her own rent, then how will she scrounge up enough money to run her own club. Hmm, that's a toughie." Brooke shrugged her shoulders, innocently. Facing Peyton, she whispered, "So much for ever owning the sickest, punk-rock club in Sacramento."
Brooke knew she had it in the bag. She was good at getting her own way. She rarely heard the word, 'no.' She sure did use is a lot of the time, though.
With that, she spun on her heel and strutted past Peyton, hips swaying and heels clacking.
Peyton sighed and gritted her teeth as she turned around to face her fate.
"Here goes nothing,"
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"So, let me get this straight," A petite brunette clenched her fists in frustration. "Since we can't afford to buy the house in Sacramento just yet, we have to live here, on campus, for the two weeks of training! I mean, what in the world am I supposed to do, Dad? Sit around and read a book all day while you train and coach your players?"
Her Dad, the coach of the Sacramento Kings, stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Haley-bug, I'm sorry. There's no other way around this. I just can't ask them to front me my money so we could buy the house. I just got this job and I don't want to screw it up. Besides, we don't even need the house for two weeks."
Haley James gasped as she threw up her hands. "Did you just expect me to want to live on campus with you? We're more than 40 miles from any civilization, Dad. It's not like I want to be alone all the time. It's been hard enough, already,"
Jim James straightened up as his face became stern. "Do not talk to me like that, young lady. I know it's been a sacrifice all these years living with me and without your mother, but,"
Jim choked up and turned around, ashamed.
"Oh Dad, I'm sorry," Haley sniffled as tears filled her eyes. She rushed over to her father and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I know this is hard for you, too, and I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm just not myself. I'm sorry, Daddy. I love you."
"Oh, Haley-bug, I love you too." Her father rubbed her back, affectionately. "Thank you, for doing all this for me. You've done a lot for your old man and I appreciate every little bit of it. I couldn't do this without you, baby."
"I'm with you," Haley looked up into her father's eyes intently, "one hundred percent."
She smiled and leaned up to kiss her father on the forehead. Jim plopped down onto the frumpy couch and closed his eyes.
"This couch smells like…" Jim mouthed the curse word, as he looked around nervously.
This made Haley double over in laughter. She clutched the side of the couch to hold herself up. Jim chuckled loudly as he arose from the couch.
"Alright, Haley, I'm due for a meeting with all of the other coaches in a few minutes, so I'm going to jet," Jim looked at his watch.
"Okay," Haley let out one more giggle. "I'm going to explore and check everything out…especially since it's going to be my new home for the next two weeks."
Haley half-smiled to her father as he enveloped her in a huge, bear hug.
"Thanks for understanding, Haley-bug, you're the best," Jim kissed the top of her head and left out the door.
"Hmm," Haley looked around the living room of her cabin.
The cabin consisted of two small bedrooms, one bathroom, and a tiny living room. Thank goodness they had separate bedrooms, but having to share one bathroom with a man, let alone her father, would utterly and completely suck. How many times would she have to nag him about putting the darn toilet seat down! Or about closing the cap on the toothpaste? The list was just too long.
"The less I'm in here," Haley grimaced at the large stain on the couch, "the better I'll be!"
Haley hurriedly grabbed her purse and flew out the door. She closed her eyes as she inhaled a wisp of cool, fresh air. She could already see the basketball players and dancers arriving.
You see, this camp is for competitive dancers and talented basketball players. For the players of the Sacramento Kings to be able to be on the team, they were required to come to this intense training camp. Dancers for their professional teams came with the players. Other professional basketball teams and other dancers for the teams were here, also. The different teams rarely saw each other except for the tournament that's held at the end of the camp session.
Haley turned towards the main entrance and waltzed in through the double doors. Chatter and excitement filled her ears as she passed the many bystanders. Different shades of blues, purples, and greens shimmered on almost every girl's eyelids. Fake eyelashes made the girls' eyes pop. Too much glitter sparkled on their bodies. Haley shook her head and covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. This was too much for her. Did these girls actually think they looked good? To her, they looked like a bunch of clowns.
Looks of disgust and disapproval were shot Haley's way as she passed the girls. Noticing that Haley was laughing at them, one girl stepped in front of her way.
"Something funny," The girl smirked as she eyed Haley up and down, "Sister Mary?"
The girl snickered as she referred to Haley as a nun. The girl's sidekick hyenas cackled from behind. She batted her green-shadowed eyes at Haley in loathe.
Haley stepped towards the girl, defensively. "Actually, yeah," Haley narrowed her eyes, "You are."
"You better watch out, because it looks like you've got yourself trapped in a web. And I'm the spider." She glared while taking a step closer to Haley. "And you've got no one to back you up. Loner…"
"Actually she does, McCormick, so back that plastic face of yours off." Haley's savior, a gorgeous and confident brunette, stepped beside Haley with her hands on her hips. She was a natural beauty.
"Or else you'll need another nose job," Another girl, with blonde, shiny hair and big blue eyes, stepped in on Haley's other side
"Huh, look who it is, girls," Brea McCormick turned to her drones, "It's Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer coming to the rescue of the little nun girl. What a team, they are!"
Brea leered at the three some as she turned on her heel and strode away.
Brooke rolled her eyes and turned towards Haley, "She's just a witch, don't worry about it."
"Yeah, it's not like anyone actually likes her. Her followers are just scared that if they're not her friend anymore, she'll talk trash on them." Peyton shrugged her shoulders, nonchalantly.
Haley nodded, "I really appreciate what you did for me. I'm Haley James."
"I'm Brooke," The pretty brunette smiled genuinely as she shook Haley's hand.
"Yeah, I'm Peyton, and no matter what Brooke will tell you," Peyton shot Brooke a glare, "I am not depressed or in need of therapy. "
Brooke burst out laughing, causing Haley to laugh too. Peyton rolled her eyes, but couldn't help it and started laughing too.
"So," Brooke linked her arm through Peyton's and Haley's. "I guess you're here for the dancing?"
"Oh, no…heck no," Haley laughed at the idea that she might possibly have any kind of coordination at all. "My Dad is the head coach for the Sacramento Kings."
"Oh-my-gosh," Brooke squealed as she squeezed Haley's arm, "Peyton and I are dancers for the Kings! We'll get to see each other after camp, too!"
Haley grinned, "That will be so awesome. You guys are really my only friends, right now."
"Don't worry, you'll make more, but we will be your great friends, I know it," Peyton swayed her hips from side to side.
"Dancer at heart! Dancer at heart! I knew it, knew it, I KNEW IT!" Brooke pointed her finger at Peyton. She followed up her accusation with a victory dance.
"Am not," Peyton lied as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"What?" Haley interjected, "If you don't like to dance, then why are you dancing, like, professionally?"
"Oh, gosh," Peyton sighed as she shook her head.
The three-some linked arms as the headed down the hallway.
"It's a long story…"
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a/n: how'd you like it? Reviews! Thanks! Btw, it's a naley and brucas mainly. Jeyton, too, but I'm not sure yet if that will be as focused as they other two. Anyway, thanks a bunch!
