Title: Nathan Scott Must Die

Author: Helen (HelenItsme)
Rating: T
Spoilers: my own version of John Tucker Must Die! The characters are different from the show, but in some way also very familiar. Just check it out and see if you like it!
Summary: anyways, I'm getting so off topic here. Cause this story isn't even about me, it's about Nathan Scott. Let's face it: he is the man. Captain of the basketball team, his family is incredibly rich, and he looks somewhere between an Abercrombie model and a Greek God.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or any of it's characters, but most of all I don't own the idea of John Tucker Must Die, or the quotes I'll be using during this story. So basically, I don't own anything at all. Happy?
Author's Note: another story by me! I'm sorry that I had to put Ordinary People on permanent hiatus, but I just had no intention to write more of that story. I'll try to finish this one! I promise.

Prologue.

Hi, my name is Peyton Elisabeth Sawyer. And, I really have no idea why I just told you my middle name but let's just say my mom thinks it's polite to add that part. So, yeah… That's my name.

I am seventeen years old, and in all those years I've moved about twelve times, I've been to six different schools and now… After two weeks of living in this small town called Tree Hill (and when I say small, I mean really small, like not-on-the-map-small), I started school again. And if you say that I'm scared, then that's not even comparing with what I'm feeling.

Because I am, absolutely, totally terrified.

You would say that being to so many schools made me a social butterfly. If you think that then gosh, you are so wrong. I'm more of an outsider, the shy type, the girl that is practically invisible. Not being invisible like, someone who you can't see or touch, but more like… A loser.

Yup, that pretty much sums me up.

I remember once when I was lost, I saw a policeman and asked him to help me find my mom. When I asked him, "do you think we'll ever find her?" He simply shrugged and said, "I don't know kid, there are so many places she can hide."

I thought it was meant to be funny but he was dead serious about it. So even policemen think I'm a loser. How sad is that? And you know what's the saddest thing? It's not that I didn't try to be a loser, I think I've always been just a real loser.

So because I'm pretty much a total loser, I've no real friends. And you know, for so long my heart ached for friends -true friends- , who I could laugh with and cry with, and who, through thick and thin, would always stick by me. And I have learned through experiences that these types of friends are hard to come by.

Because I've never ever had, real, true friends.

Sad, huh?

Maybe it's because I listen to emo music and wear T-shirts of bands that people never heard of. Or maybe it's because I like to dye my hair black and use a silver glitter spray when it's not Halloween. Or maybe it's because I draw a lot of dark art -or as people like to call "freaky drawings"- during boring history classes. I really don't have a clue.

And of course when it comes to love, hmm, yeah… That sucks. S-U-C-K-S.

Sucks.

There's another thing working against me: my mom, Ellie. She's ten times hotter than me, she's had way more boyfriends than I can count on two hands, and did I mention that she dates a lot? I seriously think that she gave me some psychological damage on that case.

I used to keep track but I found it exhausting so I call them all Skip. Because eventually, that's what they all do. It happens so many times that my mom's developed a really mature reaction: eating chocolate. She calls it her quick therapy session. Are you still wondering why I'm so anti-dating? No? Good.

Anyways, I'm getting so off topic here.

Cause this story isn't even about me, it's about Nathan Scott.

Let's face it: he is the man. Captain of the basketball team, his family is incredibly rich, and he looks somewhere between an Abercrombie model and a Greek God. He's the typical stereotype of the most popular guy in school. Guys want to be him, girls want to be in his pants (except for me cause well, I'm not… Experienced like that).

I remember the first time I spoke to Nathan Scott. I was working (I am a waitress at a restaurant called "the Blue Paradise") and he was sitting all alone, waiting to order. So I casually walked over to him and found myself speechless.

And it's not like he blew me away or anything, it was more like I couldn't say anything except the word 'uhm'.

He'd just laughed at me, well, not at me, more like with me. Whatever. He told me he was not quite ready to order so I took a bow (yes you read that right) and walked away.

I can't believe I thought that I would have a shot with him. Of course a guy like that already has a girlfriend. She walked in right after I walked away with my cheeks still burning.

Haley James. That's his girlfriend. She's the best tutor in school, not to mention the head of the French club, runs the school TV-station, the honor society and oh, she's a great singer too. She likes to perform and all that stuff. I think she even went on tour for a while with the famous Chris Keller.

So you know, when I saw her walking in I knew I didn't stand a chance. But right after she left, and I came back from the bathroom, I saw him kissing another girl.

So scratch that, he's got two girlfriends.

The one I saw was Rachel Gattina. She's the head cheerleader of our school, representing "the Ravens". With her long red hair and killer body, bitchy attitude and seductive charms she's the most popular girl in school. No doubt about that.

Now I really knew I didn't stand a chance.

So when I saw him kissing another girl, it literally brought my jaw to the floor. This one was Brooke Davis. Ok, I'm not passing judgment but for whatever reason, being a teen activist is usually code for easy. So yeah, she's easy and a slut too. Very experienced with the male gender if you know what I mean.

I wondered how he did that. You know, having three girlfriends at the same time without them knowing about each other. Apparently, he's a total operator. He goes out with girls from different cliques so that they never actually talk to each other. And then, then he tells them that his father won't let him date during basketball season so they'll have to keep it a secret.

He's good don't you think?

Ok, you probably wonder how I know all this stuff, and why I'm telling you all this. Well, it's a long story so if you want to know everything, grab something to drink and maybe some popcorn, cause it's really going to be a long run.

Here's the story about friendship, relationships, love and hate. But most of all, about revenge.

I like to call it:

Nathan Scott Must Die.

To Be Continued.