(You changed my life. For better or for worse? It only took me a split second to figure that one out. One day you were gone And then I was gone.)

Nathan

I only knew this much about you:

Your hair resembled all the colours of autumn.

Your features were as delicate as snowflakes.

You calmed your nerves by fidgeting with a pinkie ring.

You loved when it rained, but only really heavily.

You hated that you couldn't fix everything.

I met you the day Principal Turner sent me for the tutoring I thought I didn't need. "Haley James." He said, "Will change your grades." And my life.

"Hi." you greeted, smiling brightly when I approached you. "Haley James."

Your hand was extended so I shook it and judging by the look in your eye you felt that spark too.

"Nathan Scott-"

"I know." You laughed slightly and my heart raced. "I've seen you play."

"Really?" I said, my ego-no doubt- expanding.

"Didn't know you were a basketball fan."

"I'm not." You blurted out. "My best friend plays on the team.""Who?" I asked confused and you glared at me for a second.

"Lucas…" You raised one of those perfect eyebrows, silently questioning me.

"Oh yeah," I smiled but I had no idea who you were talking about, "I didn't know you were friends with Lucas."

You chuckled. "Well you must be blind."

I followed you as you walked away over to a table.

"So Principal Turner says you suck at English."

"He said that?" I was shocked but I noticed you giggle, so I couldn't hold back a playful scoff.

"Nah …" You smiled again, "I thought I'd just be blunt."

God you were so beautiful. I couldn't even tell you now what you taught me in that lesson. I could, however, tell you how far apart our legs were, how the curls of your hair bounced when you looked up at me to check I was listening, which I wasn't, and I laughed when you glared at me and said. "Nathan. Do you think this is for my benefit or yours?" Because even though you were scolding me, the softness in yours eyes let me know that I was off the hook.

"Sorry." I muttered and pointed to a random part of the play. "So what does Romeo mean here?"

"That Juliet's beauty is overpowering." You smiled. And for the first time, I felt something I'd never imagine or admit. I'd knew I would be your Romeo.

I was Nathan Scott. Nathan Scott. I didn't feel this way about girls. I didn't want to be married or have kids. I was independent and didn't rely on anyone else. Because I didn't have to. My Father was rich and my Mother too, so to me that meant I already have everything I ever wanted. But that changed the second I met you, and I knew I wanted you. I envisioned my life with you and I could only admit to myself that it was better than anything money could buy. I was greedy but I had to fight for you. Because without you, I'd be nothing.

This feeling only grew every time we met. Our second tutoring session was perfect. We were sat at a table on the docks. It was far to early in the morning for me but I felt alive when you touched my arm and said. "I'm glad you came back." I think I took you too seriously, because you laughed afterwards.

"I wouldn't miss this." I grinned.

"You're really determined to get into college huh?"

I smiled, I knew you got me like no one else did. "Yeah." I replied, slightly embarrassed.

"I like that." You said. "What are we doing today?""I was thinking calculus. I really suck at numbers and stuff."

"Alright then lets see what I can do-"

"Wait-" I announced and you jumped with my suddenness. "Breakfast." I took out a box of Cracker Jacks and ripped open the packet.

"Here." I said holding out a little plastic bracelet.

"Nathan." He said firmly, trying to be no nonsense but I knew I was getting through to you.

"Don't say I never gave you anything." I slipped the bracelet onto your wrist and took in how gracious you looked, with the sun resting on your face and you closed your eyes for a split second. Soaking up every minute as if you were a fortune reader.

"Thank you." You said gently. "Now lets get to work."

I actually figured out how to do trigonometry that day. I knew maths better because you taught me. You started a rant about irrational numbers. I had to do a double take when you came out with a random fact: Like people, there are irrational, perfect, complex numbers.

"What am I?" I asked.

"What?"

"What type of number am I?" I smirked when you shifted in your seat.

"I think your complex." You said. "Because there's a lot to you that I might never see."

Although my gut instinct told me you would. And I had a feeling you knew that too.

I challenged you: "Well did you know that every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury."

You stared at me and I smiled. "Okay so either you are a bank robber or just really interested in monopoly."

"Neither." I said. "I heard it somewhere."

"And you remembered it?"

"Yeah, something's just stick in your mind."

"Yeah." You smiled. "I know what you mean."I smiled back at you until you said. "Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair." And I laughed so much I thought you were actually scared.

"What's funny?" You chuckled.

"Nothing." I smirked, "I just know now why your hair is so beautiful, especially compared to mine."

You blushed and let out a nervous laugh.

"How come you know so many facts?" I asked curiously.

"I like to read, and I like to tell people things so that when I die they can say? 'Haley told me one day that…'" You laughed towards the end and so did I.

"Tell me something to remember you by."

You smirked at me. " Bullet-proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers were invented by woman."

"Really?" I asked shocked.

"Yep, so never underestimate us!"

I laughed. I never would.

AN: Okay Guys so this was short but I didn't want to write loads and then have you all tell me it was rubbish haha, so I figured it would be better if I just did this. So please let me know what you think, whether I should keep going, the next chapter will be another character. This is my first ever fanfic so I really do need the feedback!

P.S. The little bit at the top was the prologue.