Resistance Is Futile Chapter 1, an one tree hill fanfic

Resistance Is Futile

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the CW, OTH or any of it's characters.

Author's note: Haley isn't a tutor. Nathan no longer plays playing basketball. The family dynamics are a little different, but the shouldn't be difficult to understand. Feel free to makes suggestions, ask questions or comment. Thanks.

Chapter 1/Pt.1

Fake Friends And Lurking Losers

Damn, it's crowded in here! Can you believe Lori Swanson showed up... and look who's she's with, Nikki! I know that bitch over there didn't roll her eyes at me! Haters make me...never mind.

I swear Brandi would talk the vinyl siding off a house! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!! I want to scream at her ass. I drank three shots of tequila with the guys right before I picked her up. We just got here and she's killing my buzz!

Our party of eight has found the table I have reserved in my mom and aunt's new establishment. This place is seventeenth in a line of cafes and night spots the second in Tree Hill that have made Karen and Deb Scott famous throughout the southeast.

I talked them into having the latest in live rock bands, rap and hip hop acts on Saturday nights at this location. mainly for my own entertainment along with the killer food they serve so well. Both my Aunt Deb and my mom were skeptical, but my idea has been a big money maker. They praised me for it and I couldn't be prouder, but I don't let them know that.

I'm not going to be modest, that's not my thing. I'm good, a freaking All-American, a top pro draft pick if I wanted... that's damn good! I guess it's in the genes. After all, my dad did play in the NBA for twelve years! However, I chose to follow the footsteps of my mom, Karen. Yes, the Great Nathan Scott is going to be a pastry chef! I swear to you not! My dad fainted when I announced that at my basketball banquet last year. No lie! Ha ha! He got over it after a couple of hours and a ice pack for the knot on his head. I will never forget that, it was funny as hell!

Oh yeah! I'm also came to see Tight Ridz (a/n: I made them up.) perform. Yes. I love rap! You got something to say? They came down from Virginia and sold out the place! I told Luke I had good taste in music, not like that tech no crapola he listens to. I love my cousin, but he's so lame. Ha!

It was only suppose to the Georgia Tech guys, Tim, Jake and me, but my girlfriend, Brandi was being her usual overly dramatic self and told Tim and Jake's girls that we were probably ditching them to hook up with some older college chicks. Of course this lead to all three of them tagging along! I swear to Gd I wouldn't be dating that self centered bitch if I didn't need a distraction or I had something better to do. She asked, rather begged me out! I don't even like her as a person!

Sure, Brandi is hot, wild, fun and easy. Every guy as school wants to be in my shoes. Little do the know, I would be glad to take them off and toss them the pair to be with someone I loved.

I scan the room for a waitress while my girlfriend blatantly flirts with one of the players from Tech. I guess she thinks I'm a dumb ass. I would call her on it if I actually cared. Honestly, I'm thrilled that she's distracted. I don't need her berating me once the object of my eternal affection appears. I can spend the rest of the evening ogling Haley James (my secret hobby) as she fluttered through Dan's Dungeon taking orders .

For Brandi to be the so-called goddess of Tree Hill High, she's is totally unnerved by any contact I have with the pretty outcast waitress. All my friends call me on my stalking of Ms. James when we hang out here or the cafe since she works at both, but I deny, deny, deny. They're snotty, rich, egotistical assholes so they buy it, thinking she is beneath us. They don't appreciate the beauty, innocence, sensitivity and awkwardness that is secretly my second closest friend .Ooo! There she goes!

I love the way her ruddy brown ponytail swishes across her back as she made her way back to the counter to pick up her next order. Look at the way her hips sway in her black low waist jeans as she strolled to her destination. The girl has a nice ass! I almost forgot that beautiful smile she gives everyone except me and my crew. It makes my heart race and my boxer briefs tighten. It's unfortunate for me, the only girl I dream of hates my friends and can barely stand me in small doses. She only tolerates me a on Wednesday and Sunday nights when Haley, Luke and I play miniature golf on the roof of the cafe. She's his girlfriend or something when she should be mine.

I am drawn out of my fantasies of Hales when I hear the three college guys sitting next to me spewing out Georgia Tech's statistics and all the stuff there is to do in Atlanta.

" Dude. I hear they have a choice Culinary Arts school there. Do you know anything about it?"

The guys roll there eyes while both Brandi and Tim are red with embarrassment. Brandi places her well manicured hand over the blond player they want me to replace next season wrists and gently stroked her finger up and down his arm. He didn't look impressed.

" Don't listen to Nathan. He just have an identity crisis. Aren't you snookums?" She stated in a condescending voice and frowned at me. He's just trying to prove to everyone he's more than basketball."

From my other side, Tim patted me on the back. "We get it Nate, now tell the nice men you want the scholarship because I hear Hotlanta has some killer strip clubs." Tim boast and everyone laughed at his stupidity.

I was just about to respond when Haley approached the table with an order pad in hand. Timid, she avoided the eye contact of everyone at the table except Nathan. She gave him a genuine smile and nod causing the loose tendrils falling from her messing ponytail frame her juvenile face.

"What's up Nate?" she questioned with a blush that sent his pulse to throbbing. She wasn't aware of her beauty and that made her even more sexy Nathan thought.

"Hi. How have..." I was purposely interrupted by Tim loudly coughing "Loser!" and he had the nerve to be embarrassed of me a minute ago!

Brandi and Kim start laughing. Sometimes I just want to melt into the wallpaper when I'm hanging out with these jerks.

Self conscious, Hales stares at me, waiting for me to defend her for a change. I drop my head in shame. I haven't done it in the three years that we've know each other. Why does she expect me to start now! I have no idea why I'm such a f ucking coward around these pricks I call friends.

"Are any of you going to order or are you just planning on sitting around like the sheep that you are and waste perfectly good table space?" She smarted, getting a couple of chuckles from the collegians as they elbowed each other.

They quickly and politely gave their orders and Tim, Jake, Kim and Nikki soon followed. I placed my focus back on her, willing her to aim those big brown pools at me. I wanted her to see the empathy and apology in my eyes, but she didn't.

" Brandi, what can I do for you?" She finally ask after Brandi purposely waited to have the attention of the entire table.

Suddenly, I'm back on my girlfriends radar. She latches both her arms around my right one and lays her long raven tresses on my shoulder, squinting her eyes at Haley in a threaten manner.

" Stop giving my man the eye for one!" She barked and turned her nose up at Hales. " Hmmm! Why in the hell would Nathan want a boring, nerd with no fashion sense when he can have all this?" Running one of her hands down her body for emphasis. I groan at her antics. Damn, I hate the way she treats Hales! But do I do anything about it? Nope.

" Insecure much?" Haley dared and the Tech guys gave her an approving smirk. I see how they're checking her out. They are so into her. They can look, but they better not #$ing touch her! Hold on, Nathan. She's not your girl and will never be!...Remember? She told you that when a few months ago when you kissed her... You're pathetic

stance Is Futile

This is fiction I posted on another site a long time ago. Since I've started updated it there. I thought I would add it here too.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the CW, OTH or it's characters.

Author's note: Haley isn't a tutor. Nathan no longer plays playing basketball. The family dynamics are a little different, but they shouldn't be difficult to understand. Feel free to makes suggestions, ask questions or comment. Thanks.

Chapter 1/Pt.1

Fake Friends And Lurking Losers

Damn, it's crowded in here! Can you believe Lori Swanson showed up... and look who's she's with! Nikki, I know that bitch over there didn't roll her eyes at me! Haters make me...never mind.

I swear Brandi would talk the vinyl siding off a house! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!! I want to scream at her ass. I drank three shots of tequila with the guys right before I picked her up. We just got here and she's killing my buzz!

Anyway, I'm here tonight for two reasons actually three. One, two basketball players from Georgia Tech one of them, the best college player in the country are visiting in an attempt to recruit me to play for them next year. I should be star struck like Tim and Jake, but I could give a damn. They don't seem to get the fact that I quit basketball after my junior season. I'm not going to be modest, that's not my thing. I'm good, a freaking All-American, a top pro draft pick if I wanted... that's damn good! I guess it's in the genes. After all, my dad did play in the NBA for twelve years! However, I chose to follow the footsteps of my mom, Karen. Yes, the Great Nathan Scott is going to be a pastry chef! I swear to you not! My dad fainted when I announced that at my basketball banquet last year. No lie! Ha ha! He got over it after a couple of hours and a ice pack for the knot on his head. I will never forget that, it was funny as hell!

Oh yeah! I'm also came to see Tight Ridz (a/n: I made them up.) perform. Yes. I love rap! You got something to say? They came down from Virginia and sold out the place! I told Luke I've got good taste in music, not like that techno crapola he listens to. I love my cousin, but he's so lame. Ha!

It was only suppose to the Georgia Tech guys, Tim, Jake and me, but my girlfriend, Brandi was being her usual overly dramatic self and told Tim and Jake's girls that we were probably ditching them to hook up with some older college chicks. Of course this lead to all three of them tagging along! I swear to Gd I wouldn't be dating that self centered bitch if I didn't need a distraction or I had something better to do. She asked, rather begged me out! I don't even like her as a person! Sure, Brandi is hot, wild, fun and easy. Every guy as school wants to be in my shoes. Little do the know, I would be glad to take them off and toss them the pair to be with someone I loved.

I can spend the rest of the evening ogling Haley James as she fluttered through Dan's Dungeon taking orders my secret hobby. For Brandi to be the so-called goddess of Tree Hill, she's is totally unnerved by any contact I have with the pretty outcast waitress. All my friends call me on my stalking of Ms. James when we hang out here or the cafe since she works at both, but I deny, deny, deny. They're snotty, rich, egotistical assholes so they buy it, thinking she is beneath us. They don't appreciate the beauty, innocence, sensitivity and awkwardness that is secretly my second closest friend. Ooo! There she goes!

I love the way Haley's ruddy brown ponytail swishes across her back as she makes her way back to the counter to pick up her next order. Look at the way her hips sway in her black low waist jeans as she strolled to her destination. The girl has a nice ass! I almost forgot that beautiful smile she gives everyone except me and my crew. It makes my heart race and my boxer briefs tighten. It's unfortunate for me, the only girl I dream of hates my friends and can barely stand me in small doses. She only tolerates me a on Wednesday and Sunday nights when Haley, Luke and I play miniature golf on the roof of the cafe. She's his girlfriend or something when she should be mine.

I am drawn out of my fantasies of Hales when I hear the three college guys sitting next to me spewing out Georgia Tech's statistics and all the stuff there is to do in Atlanta.

"Dude. I hear they have a choice Culinary Arts school there. Do you know anything about it?"

The guys roll their eyes while both Brandi and Tim are red with embarrassment. Brandi places her well manicured hand over the blond player's they want me to replace next season wrists and gently stroked her finger up and down his arm. He didn't look impressed.

"Don't listen to Nathan. He just have an identity crisis. Aren't you snookums?" She stated in a condescending voice and frowned at me. He's just trying to prove to everyone he's more than basketball." From my other side, Tim patted me on the back.

"We get it Nate, now tell the nice men you want the scholarship because I hear Hotlanta has some killer strip clubs." Tim boast and everyone laughed at his stupidity.

"What's up Nate?" she questioned with a blush that sent his pulse to throbbing. She wasn't aware of her beauty and that made her even more sexy Nathan thought.

"Hi. How have..." I was purposely interrupted by Tim loudly coughing "Loser!" and he had the nerve to be embarrassed of me a minute ago! Brandi and Kim start laughing. Sometimes I just want to melt into the wallpaper when I'm hanging out with these jerks.

Self conscious, Hales stares at me, waiting for me to defend her for a change. I drop my head in shame. I haven't done it in the three years that we've know each other. Why does she expect me to start now! I have no idea why I'm such a fucking coward around these pricks I call friends.

They quickly and politely give their orders and Tim, Jake, Kim and Nikki soon followed. I placed my focus back on her, willing her to aim those big brown pools at me. I wanted her to see the empathy and apology in my eyes, but she didn't.

"Brandi, what can I do for you?" She finally ask after Brandi purposely waited to have the attention of the entire table.

Suddenly, I'm back on my girlfriends radar. She latches both her arms around my right one and lays her long raven tresses on my shoulder, squinting her eyes at Haley in a threaten manner.

"Stop giving my man the eye for one!" She barked and turned her nose up at Hales. "Hmmm! Why in the hell would Nathan want a boring, nerd with no fashion sense when he can have all this?" Running one of her hands down her body for emphasis.

I groan at her antics. Damn, I hate the way she treats Hales! But do I do anything about it? Nope.

"Insecure much?" Haley dared and the Tech guys gave her an approving smirk.

I see how they're checking her out. They are so into her. They can look, but they better not freaking touch her! Hold on, Nathan. She's not your girl and will never be!...Remember? She told you that when a few months ago when you kissed her... You're pathetic!