The Scotts
Chapter 1(Lucas)
Lucas Scott woke up on November 14, 2005 the same way he always had. The same way he had on the thirteenth, the twelfth, and even the eleventh….a normal sixteen year old. The blaring alarm clock disturbed his dream that had been filled with a Peyton Sawyer declaring her love for him. Just a dream. Lucas rubbed his eyes and stumbled out of bed, smacking the top of his alarm clock to shut it up. He rubbed his head as he walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. He shoved the door shut and stared blinkingly at the face in the mirror.
"Lucas? You up?" His mom, Karen, yelled from down the hall.
"I'm up!" He yelled back. Lucas rubbed his chin and cheeks, wishing just for once that he'd have to shave. His messy light brown hair was sticking up everywhere until Lucas slathered a little bit of gel on it. Now it was still sticking up everywhere but this time it looked like Lucas had meant it to. Lucas had just taken a leak and washed his face when he heard shouting from the other side of the door.
"Come on perv! We're going to be late for the first day of school! Can't sit in the bathroom all day with the water running. We all know what you're doing in there!"
Haley. Lucas shook his head. Even though he loved her to death, no one could deny that she was very outspoken. They had met the first day of kindergarten when Haley had come running up to him. She had pushed him down, then told him that he was going to be her friend or else. They'd hung out through thick and thin ever since. She was like his sister.
More pounding on the door forced Lucas to cut short brushing his teeth and sling it open. There was Haley standing there with her hands on her hips.
"God! Going for a record? You're going to make some girl very happy."
Lucas sidled forward, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Don't worry Hales I'm saving it all for you."
"Ugh!" She ducked under his hand and slapped him on the shoulder. He busted out laughing as she pretended to throw up in the hallway.
Karen poked her head from around the corner of the kitchen and shouted up the hallway, "It's twenty til' eight you two!"
Luke ducked into his room to grab his backpack and change. He was probably out in about two seconds but Haley was fuming with impatience. As they walked out the front door she was ranting.
"I find it soooooo hard to believe that me, a girl, can get ready, look amazing might I add, walk over your house, and still have to wait on you…the guy."
"You know my looks are all I have going for me, Hales. I gotta look good."
"Oh Luke, if that's true, I feel so sorry for you." Luke burst out laughing and shoved her gently off the sidewalk.
They got to Tree Hill High just as the final bell was ringing. With a quick "bye" thrown over her shoulder Haley took off down the hall to her first period. Luke ducked into his English class just as his name was being called.
"
Lucas Scott."
He raised his hand, "Here."
"Nathan Scott." It was then that Luke realized. He was in the same class as….
"Nathan Scott." The teacher looked around the class with confusion. He settled on Lucas. "Is your brother coming?"
"He's not my brother,"Nathan said as he breezed through the door with Peyton in tag just as the teacher spoke. He scowled at Lucas as if it was somehow his fault. Lucas' gut clenched at the sight of his half brother. Nathan and Peyton sat down next to each other at the back of the classroom. They were only a row back from Lucas because those had been the only seats left. Nathan's cold stare burned into Lucas' back as the teacher went on with the role. Lucas didn't hear any of it. There was a roar in his ears that was drowning out anything else. Nathan was in the same class as him. Sure Lucas had seen him around from time to time in the hallway during ninth grade but it had always been from down the hall or out of the corner of his eye. Now, horribly, they were going to see each other everyday for an hour and thirty minutes. Lucas would have to look into his smug face and be reminded of how he was the unwanted son.
A piece of paper was going around the classroom and everyone was signing it. The teacher was still droning on while writing his name up on the board. Mr. Garret. Lucas didn't care. He recalled the hurt look that his mom got whenever she heard anyone mention Dan Scott. She tried to hide it but Lucas knew it was there underneath the fake smiles and the turned away glances. Lucas also recalled how it felt every Christmas, birthday, or Father's Day that Dan hadn't been there. How when he was young he'd wondered what he had done to deserve no father. Karen was a great mom and he knew she loved him to death but sometimes Lucas wondered what it'd be like to shake his dad's hand or to have him as a coach for little league. Stupid little wishes that were never going to come true. Dan had made his choice, it was Nathan. Deb, Nathan's mom, obviously had something more than Karen because Dan had chosen her just like Nathan obviously had more than Lucas.
A finger tapping his back brought Lucas out of his revere. He turned, looking right into the beautiful face of an annoyed Peyton Sawyer. She must have seen something in his eyes because her gaze softened. It was only a few seconds of a moment but Lucas savored it. Her green eyes pierced his as if she saw into his pain and around it. Like she could make it better somehow. Nathan cleared his throat and like magic the moment was gone. The sardonic look was back in Peyton's eyes and she thrust the sheet of paper at him. Reluctantly Lucas turned back around and signed the seating chart before passing it on. Mr. Garrett was turned around writing out a syllabus on the board. Something struck Lucas on the back of his head. He turned, surprised. A crumpled up ball of paper was on the floor. He heard Tim, Nathan's friend, choke with laughter and knew suddenly where it had come from. Lucas dragged his gaze over to Nathan forcing himself to look into his eyes. Nothing but supreme confidence and scorn. Nathan mouthed a word and Lucas turned back to stare at his desk. Shame filling him as embarrassment reddened his ears. Bastard. This year was going to suck.