Location: Tree Hill
"Hey Mom! Have you seen where my book is at?" I shouted from my box filled room.
"Did you pack it?" Deb shouted from downstairs.
"I don't know! I thought maybe you did?" I explained.
"No sweetie! I think I threw it out by accident." She shouted again.
A big sigh flew from my lips as I slumped down on the floor.
Light footsteps ascended the stairs as my mother came into my new large room.
"That was my favorite book." I muttered.
"I'm pretty sure that book will be at the local book store here." She smiled.
"Yeah….. But I've just grown attached to my copy." I shrugged.
"Maybe it's time to get a new copy?" She suggested.
A small half smile crept onto my face. "True"
"Look why don't you take a break. I'll finish unpacking all your trophies." She smiled warmly.
"Okay!" I replied as I stood up.
"Your keys are downstairs." Deb trailed off as she walked to her room.
I quickly glanced at myself before I ran downstairs. My black messy hair stood at ends, showing off my colored eyes. My arms accentuated my black sleeveless shirt, down to my jean shorts and new black Jordans. I smiled at myself and gave a small wink before clambering down the stairs. Quickly grabbing my keys I jogged out the door. I clambered into my black Mustang then turned on the engine, which came roaring to life.
My name is Nathan Scott. I just moved from Manhattan, New York. My parents got divorced when I turned 5, so I don't remember much. Anyways I'm a huge sports fan, in fact I was the team captain at my old school, and made the all star team. My life was very simple, basketball, school, and girls. I had a lot of friends and pretty much ruled the school. Now let's just say I know I'm a good looking kid, but I'm not the kind of guy to flaunt it. Life in New York was good. But my mother got offered a job down here in Tree Hill, South Carolina. She's one of the best lawyers around, and very expensive.
Carefully parking my car outside the bookstore I clambered out of the car and stretched. A cool breeze lashed at my face. It felt nice. Slamming the door shut, I walked inside the very small book store. There were a couple of people inside but that was not my objective. Hunting through the cramped up aisles my eyes scanned various books. Finally I had reached the correct aisle. The presence of someone else was in the aisle but I didn't bother to look up. When I'm on the hunt for something, nothing else will stand in the way. Relieve flooded through me as I reached out to grab the book. Suddenly another pair of hands reached out for the same book.
Warm flesh touched my skin, igniting a small flame at the surrounding touch also shooting through my entire body. I withdrew my hand quickly and glanced at the figure beside me. I could feel my eyebrows raise as a stunning brunette pierced through my eyes. Her hazel eyes also drew wide as she gave a smile. My face flushed with heat. She wore a green tight dress with matching heels.
"Were you gonna get that?" I grinned at her.
Her eyes gave me a once over look at my body before she responded.
"I was." She nodded.
She shifted her foot position as she placed a hand on her curvy hip.
"It's all yours." I nodded.
"No! Really your hand was on it first." She replied back.
I smiled down at her and stared unconsciously rubbing my hand on my toned chest.
"Yeah, but ladies first." I replied.
She laughed as she grabbed the book.
"Well maybe they have another copy?" she thought.
"Alright" I agreed and followed her lead. My eyes traveled down the length of her back and on to her big luscious...
"Hey! Keep your eyes off the assests." The girl announced without looking back.
I silently chuckled as we both walked up to the small wooden counter.
"Hi Mr. Morrison. I was wondering if by any chance you'd have another copy of this book?" the girl asked with confidence as she lifted the book.
"Pride and Prejudice? I'm afraid whatever is on the rack is all we have. We won't get a new order till next week." The old man stated.
She gave a small frown.
"Alright Thanks!" she smiled and turned her attention on me.
"Listen don't worry about it. I'll just wait for the new order to come in." I reassured her.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Positive." I smiled.
"Thanks! I needed it for a school project." She sighed.
"That's cool. That just means you'll owe me." I began to turn on the charm.
She raised an eyebrow. Then she laughed again.
"You definetly must be new in town." She continued laughing.
"Why would you say that?" I asked closing a small gap between us.
She shook her head and placed a hand onto my large chest and pushed me back a little. Then quickly removed her hand.
"Cause I already have a boyfriend." She smiled.
"But you're not married." I laughed out.
She rolled her eyes.
"You know I didn't take you for an Austen fan." She commented.
"Well I've got no shame. It's one of my favorite books. I mean if I like something I shouldn't worry about what other people think, as long as it makes me happy." I replied with gleaming eyes.
She nodded.
"Where you from?" she asked.
"Manhattan." I shrugged.
She perked up when I said it.
"Really! I love New York!" her eyes lit up.
I licked my lips and glanced down at the floor. Silence took over after a few minutes.
"So what's your name?" She asked.
"Nathan Scott." I smiled back at her, staring into her eyes.
She locked her eyes onto mine. Intense waves shot through our connection, making the air dense around us. She pinched her lips together as her heavy gaze shot down to my body, and I immediately became aroused.
"What's your name beautiful?" I asked.
She broke eye contact and smiled. "I didn't give it."
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
This girl is good! Damn she's soo hot. Why must she have a boyfriend. I want this! I want her.
She laughed as she saw my expression of slight frustration.
"Well I've gotta go Nathan. See ya around." She giggled and paid for the book.
I shook my head and scratched the back of my neck. A big smile splattered on my face as I left the store and clambered back into the car. Looking out the window, I saw the brunette emerge from the store with a small white bag. She walked down the sidewalk with a small strut.
"Damn! Tree Hill is gonna get some trouble." I whispered as I took off.
Later that night….
I finally threw myself onto my king sized bed. All the unpacking for my room was finished. My mother had gone supply shopping for my first day of school tomorrow. A small smile crept on my face as I spotted my guitar case in the corner by my big closet. Pulling myself up, I grabbed the case and pulled out my Gibson acoustic baby. As I sat down on the bed again I began plucking a few strings. Once it was tuned I began strumming a slow melody.
This never made sense to me
Like plucking a blind man with no strings
Entitled to these clammy waters
It's never alright again
Does this heart speak truth
Or have I gone to rest
I've been waiting all night for you
Waiting for your call
Cause I know it'll be okay
I'll be waiting for you night and day
Alone in my own thoughts
I'll be dreaming about you right away
Waiting for your love to flame
Engulfing tides of mass array
Cause I'll be waiting for my love
With ease I strummed a small guitar solo. Releasing the thoughts from my heart.
I've seen you appear before
You're always on my mind
But see right through those walls
You've finally pierced my head
But can't you see me now
Can't you see me now
I'm waiting for the day you let me win
So step aside
Cause I'll be waiting for you night and day
Just waiting for your call
*STRUM*
Waiting for your touch
*STRUM*
Waiting for your lips again
*STRUM*
Waiting for your love
I've still got it!
Suddenly my cell phone rang out loud. Reaching over to the nightstand I plucked it up and answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Nathan Scott! Why haven't you picked up your damn phone!" a girl slurred into the phone.
I chuckled into the phone as laid back in the bed.
"Hey Tracy. I've missed hearing that sexy voice of yours."
"I've missed your sweet ass body!" she giggled into the phone.
"I bet you have."
"Gosh I wish you were here tonight, to keep me company." She gave a smug comment.
"Listen Tracy, I don't feel like doing this anymore." I blurted out into the phone.
Silence took over.
"You're already banging some fucking slut!" She spoke.
"I'll call you later." Hanging up the phone I tossed it back onto the dresser.
You're not the girl that's on my mind right now.