Author's note: So, I know that I'm in the middle of two really big stories, but I feel like I can branch out just a little bit. I already know that this story isn't going to be long at all, so don't worry about me not being able to update my other stories. Anyway... yeah. Let me know if you think I should keep this going. It'll probably only last ten to twelve chapters at most.

"Under Arrest- Prologue"

Students tapped their pencils, chewed on their nails, and stared at the clock as they waited for the minute hand to move again. They we're only in second block as they waited for the day to move on. The whole gang from Tree Hill High sat in English class, watching, waiting. Well, almost the whole gang. Skills looked at Mouth, Mouth looked at Rachel, Rachel looked at Brooke, Brooke looked at Peyton, Petyon looked at Haley, Haley looked at Nathan, and Nathan... looked around. Nathan looked back at Haley with a weird look on his face. "Where's Lucas?" He whispered to Haley. She looked around too.

"You know what, I don't know. He wasn't in homeroom." Haley turned around. "PSSTT! Brooke!" She whispered, trying to get her attention.

"What?" Brooke whispered back.

"Have you seen Luke?"

Brooke shook her head. "Not since last night..." Brooke trailed off. "Try calling him."

"I can't call him in class, I'll get in trouble."

"Oh, just do it, you big baby."

"Okay, okay." Haley pulled out her phone and started to dial. She sot her head up when she heard the door open. Three police officers and two federal agents walked in, eyeing all the students. "I didn't do it!" Haley shouted, throwing her hands in the air, letting her phone fall to the floor. Brooke chuckled and shook her head. The teacher stood up, frightened and intimidated.

"Yes, sirs, can I help you with something?" A tall, darker man stepped forward, leering at the students. He pulled of his sunglasses and looked the teacher dead in the eyes.

"I'm special agent Timothy Burke; I need to speak with a few of your students."

"Certainly." The teacher smiled politely, still frightened. One of the federal agents held up a piece of paper and started reading off names.

"Nathan Scott, Haley James, Peyton Sawyer, Brooke Davis, Marvin McFadden, Rachel Gatina, and Antwon Taylor... Step out into the hall please." They all stood up, still with no clue as to what was happening. As soon as they made their way into the hallway, the agents started handucffing them.

"Woah!"

"Wait!"

"What the hell?"

"Ugh!"

"Oh my god..." They all exclaimed. The agents didn't pay any attention.

"Nathan Scott, Haley James, Peyton Sawyer, Brooke Davis, Marvin McFadden, Rachel Gatina, Antwon Taylor... You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" Agent Burke said, while watching the other police officers handcuff them.

"Woah, what is all this about?" Nathan yelled.

"W-why are we being arrested?" Haley asked.

"... You are all under arrest under suscpicion for the murder of Lucas Eugene Scott." They all stood there, stunned. Did they really hear that correctly? Was Lucas Scott dead?