Disclaimer/Information: I do not own One Tree Hill or any of the characters, though I would love to own James Lafferty. Hope you enjoy it :) This story is rated M for smut that will occur a little later on. This story involves the use of drugs as well as a relationship between a student and teacher.

Chapter 1: Seeing You Again

I used to be the kid that no one cared about
Thats why you have to keep screaming til they hear you out

Brooke walked into her first period class, ready to teach her very first class. She was twenty-four and about to actually start teaching a class today. She would be teaching eleventh grade English, which had been her dream since she was a little girl. When she was young she would play teacher with all of her dolls, but now she was all grown up and they would be actual people. Out of nervousness and excitement she began fidgeting with the ring that she wore around a chain on her neck. It was her mother's wedding ring and she had worn it since the day her mother died when she was in eleventh grade. When the bell rang and her class began entering she stood up with a smile. "Hello, I'm Miss Davis and I will be your English teacher this year," she told them.

She sat back down and began running through the names on her list, one standing out to her in particular: Nathan Scott. She had met him once or twice when he was a little boy as she had been going steady with his brother, Lucas, when she was a sophomore. He had been a senior at the time and quarterback to the football team, her an adorable cheerleader. They stopped dating when she decided to go to college rather than marrying him. As she called his name, she saw the boy wave his hand. He was tall, dark, and handsome, he had grown up well. She went through the class period, hardly able to take her eyes off of Nathan. He looked nothing like the young boy she had known nearly six years ago, the only thing that remained the same was his eyes. He had the same blue eyes that Lucas had, which had always melted her heart away.

When the bell rang and the class began to exit she called out, "Nathan, can I speak to you for a minute." His young face filled with confusion, but he obliged and walked over to her desk. Once the remainder of the class had left the room, she spoke. "How's Luke?" Suddenly, she saw his face as he put the pieces together and figured out who she was.

"Brooke?" he asked, his brow still arched in confusion. Brooke nodded as her dimpled smile filled her expression. "Wow, you look good," she blushed a bit at his words. "Um, Luke he's good. Married, remember Peyton?"

"He married Peyton?" she asked. Brooke was completely shocked and furious for that matter. Peyton had been her best friend, but she always had a thing for Lucas, even when he was with Brooke. Peyton had always been the kind of girl who would do anything to get the guy. She had even gone all the way once with a guy she wasn't even going steady with. Brooke loved her though and never judged her the way the other girls did. Maybe she should have, but then again, Brooke was the one who said no when he asked her to marry him. This was her fault, not Peyton's.

"Yea," he told her. "Like two years ago. I thought they invited you, but I figured you wouldn't want to come."

"I probably wouldn't have," she said in all honesty. Why would she watch the boy she loved marry her best friend? She hadn't been with anybody neither before nor after Lucas. Maybe it was time to move on, she told herself. "You should probably hurry along. I wouldn't want to see you late for your next class or anything."

"Nah," he told her. "The other teachers are used to me showing up when I want, one of the perks of being a football stud."

Brooke shook her head. "You're just like him," she told Nathan.

"That's not such a bad thing," he threw back at her. "After all, he got a chick like you, once, didn't he?" Brooke couldn't help blushing, he was much more forward than his older brother. It had taken him nearly two months of them dating for him to kiss her on the lips. They hadn't gone all the way during her senior year, which was two years after they began dating.

She smiled at him, she shaking her head. "You really should get to class," she told him. He placed his hand on top of hers, and for a few seconds she didn't pull it back. She enjoyed the contact and since he called her a chick, she had gotten a tingly feeling in the pitt of her stomach. It was the same one she used to get when she first started seeing Lucas. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, but it was so wrong now. Nathan was her student and she was seven years his senior.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, Brookie," he said, using the nickname he had given her so long ago. He had asked her to make cookies for his class and they were awful and burned, she had used salt instead of sugar and they were forever known as brookies, as was she. She smiled at the familiar name and then he added something that caused a small giggle to escape her lips. "I mean Miss Davis." With that he was out the door, off to what she hoped and assumed was his next class.

Later that night, as she sat in front of the mirror brushing her hair before bed she noticed something different about herself. The glow that had once been in her eyes was there again. No, she told herself. He is my student and I am his teacher, this is wrong. It doesn't matter how nice he is or how much of a "football stud" he is. Nothing can happen; crushes are innocent and mean nothing. That's what this is a crush. And I will make sure it stays that way. With that, she climbed in her bed and fell quickly to sleep, with dreams of Nathan dancing through her head.

One day I had a dream I tried to chase it
But I wasn't going nowhere, running man!

Alright, well that's the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I would love some feedback on this, good or bad, jsut let me know what you think. A small FYI, the next 2 chapters will follow things that actually occured during season 1, but bear with me, I promise they are important to the plot.

Lyrics Credit to Tinie Tempah (Written In The Stars)