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Note: This story was just something I had writted during the first season of One Tree Hill. I had just gotten done watching The Breakfast Club right before watching One Tree Hill, and the story just came out. I'm finally posting it, but it's a pretty early story andmight not be all that great. Please Review, but please...be nice:)
February 2, 2004
Saturday
To Principal Turner,
Each of us did something that never should have been done and because of that, we can accept having to spend a Saturday in detention as punishment. But to make us write an essay explaining to you exactly who we are and how we see eachother is simply ludicrous. We are all seen in the simplest of terms, not only by others, but also by eachother. The Jock, The Princess, The Brain, The Goody-Goody, The Loner and The Criminal.
At least that's what we thought when we saw eachother at eight o'clock this morning...
Earlier that morning, 8:00 am
Brooke Davis sat in the back seat of the car, looking out the window as they drove to the school. Her parents were in the front, both on the phone with clients. As her father hung up, Brooke leveled a glare at the back of his head.
"You were supposed to get me out of it, Dad."
Mr. Davis looked at his daughter through the rearview mirror and gave her a small smile.
"I tried, honey. The principal wouldn't let it slide." her father explained.
Brooke huffed and sat back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I can't believe I have to spend an entire Saturday at this stupid place." she said. "All I did was skip class...gym at that. Like I'm really gonna need to know how many sit ups I can do as a fashion designer."
"Just get through today as best as you can, honey." Mrs. Davis said as she got off her phone.
"I'll make it up to you, baby. I swear." Mr. Davis said.
"Whatever." Brooke rolled her eyes and turned her gaze out the window as the car pulled up to the school.
Nathan Scott sat in the passenger side of the car, out front of the school. His dad, Dan Scott, sat behind the wheel and looked at him.
"Hey...don't worry about it...you screwed around." Dan said. "Next time, though, don't get caught."
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Yeah...Dad...for the fifteenth time...I got it. Don't get caught. I just can't believe I have to spend a good basketball day here in this piece of shit place."
Dan frowned. "What, you'd rather Whitey kicked your ass out of a game, or better yet off the team?"
Nathan sighed. "No, Dad...that's not what I meant."
"Good, because scouts look at the players that make baskets, and you can't make a basket from the bench. Got it?" Dan said.
"Yeah, Dad. I got it." Nathan said.
Nathan and Dan looked out the window and saw another student walk in front of their car. Lucas Scott.
"Did you know he was going to be here?" Dan asked, nodding to Lucas.
"No. But if I had, I would have brought my brass knuckles." Nathan said as he watched Lucas.
Lucas was Nathan's half-brother and enemy. Dan didn't acknowledge the kid and all Nathan ever did with him was fight. Lucas had been in and out of juvie for the better part of his teen and pre-teen years. Most of the kids at the school were afraid of him and the ones who weren't, fought with him. Nathan shook his head as Lucas met up with one of his followers, a loner named Peyton Sawyer. Nathan watched his dad drive away, then turned towards Brooke as she walked over to him. He could tell she wasn't happy to be here.
"Did you see who was here?" Brooke asked when she got over there.
Nathan turned a glare on Lucas's back. "Yeah...bastard boy is."
Brooke shook her head in disgust as she looked at the un-claimed Scott brother. "He is such a freak."
"Yeah." Nathan said with a shake of his head. "So can you believe we got Saturday School for what we did?"
Brooke made a face. "Yeah, no kidding! I mean, what the hell are we supposed to do? Study?"
Nathan winked at Brook and slid an arm around her shoulders. "Well...I don't know about you...but I kinda like...'studying'."
Brooke giggled and slid an arm around Nathan's waist. Leaning up to her tip-toes, Brooke placed a kiss on Nathan's lips. Nathan kissed her back, then chuckled.
"Come on..." he said. "Lets get started."
"I'm very disappointed in you, Melvin. This had better be the last time I have to do this!"
Melvin 'Mouth' McFadden looked over at his mother.
"It will be, Mom. I promise." he said quietly.
Mrs. McFadden glanced at her son and nodded.
"Good," she said. "because you won't be getting a scholarship by pulling stunts like that, mister...no, siree..."
Mouth looked out the window as he started tuning his mother out. He'd heard the speech before. 'You have to study hard, Melvin, so you can get into a good college.' 'Scholarships don't come to those who are lazy, and if you want to go to college, you'll have to get someone to pay for it. With four other kids, we can't afford those ivy league schools you could get into.' They'd been giving him that lecture since 6th grade and he'd lived by that lecture until last week.
"Melvin!"
Mouth looked up realizing that his mother had been calling his name for awhile.
"What?" he asked.
"Well...are you gonna sit there all day or go do some studying?" his mother asked sharply.
Mouth looked around and realized they were parked in front of the school. Grabbing his backpack, he sighed and opened the door. Getting out of the car, he watched his mother speed off, then turned around and saw his best friend Haley James walking towards him.
"You walked?" Mouth asked.
Haley nodded. "Parent's were busy."
"I could have picked you up." Mouth replied.
Haley smiled at him and shook her head. "Thanks, but...I get enough lecturing at home."
Mouth nodded, knowing what Haley meant. His mother was always lecturing the two best friends to study hard, get straight A's and get into a college with a scholarship. It was a discussion that never seemed to end.
"Well...you ready?" Mouth asked.
"Not really." Haley replied. "You?"
"Not even close." Mouth said.
Mouth and Haley took a look at the other kids there, then turned to the school. Today was going to be hell.
