Summary: AU Naley Nathan Scott is a big time NBA star who plays for the Miami Heat. He turns out to be a big fish in small waters. His coach believes that he needs to straighten up his life, so he sends Nathan to someone he knows can straighten him up.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or its characters, but if I could, you know my name would be Mrs. Lafferty…

A/N: Here is the rewrite!! This is definitely a fluff… I hope you like it, and I'd like to thank luvnaley 23, HJS-NS-23, and ell6ange for your encouraging words!! Muchas gracias chicas!!

Without futher ado

Big Fish in Small Waters (the rewrite!!)

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Nathan was sleeping in after another night of parting and just not caring what people thought about him. All of a sudden he felt cold rush of water being pored all over him, and it was really cold, since he was just in his boxers.

"What the hell, Jagelsky?" said a very pissed off Nathan.

"Sorry, man, but get your ass up; Coach wants to talk to you!" Jake replied.

"What the hell does he want now? Nathan asked still pissed as hell…

"How hell should I know, man. Just get up because he is already pissed off…"

"Oh, good lord." Nathan said putting the pillow on top of his head.

"Man, I have another bucket full of extremely cold water if you don't get your ass out of this damn bed." He said tossing Nathan's pillow and blanket off the bed.

"Fine, I'm up; you happy now?" Nathan said right in front of Jake's face.

Jake winced and was waving his hand in front of his nose. "Pew! Your breath stanks, and so do you. Go take a shower, and brush your teeth you, nasty."

"Whatever!" Nathan said as he headed toward the bathroom. "By the way, I think you've been hanging out with Fergie too long!"

Nathan took his shower and got dressed, and he just didn't look too good…

"What's the mater, Scott, cat got your tongue?" Damien asked.

"No, just a damn hangover, so could you please shut the hell up!!" said a still pissed of Nathan.

"Ooo, Scottie, has a hangover! Do you want, me, to kiss it and make it better?" Damien asked in a baby voice.

"I said shut the hell up, West!" Nathan said.

"Talk, talk, talk!" He said in an even louder voice.

Nathan just ran and pushed Damien to the floor, and a brawl came afoot… Jake and Fergie had to pull them off each other.

"That's enough, Scott. You think you are just big man because you went from graduating college to starter. We are sick of this damn attitude." Jake said.

"And, you, Damien, you are not helping at all… Just do us a favor, and both of you shut the hell up, and get along!" Fergie said, and they both let them go.

"Here, you go, man. Just stay away from Damien, ok?" Fergie, the captain, said as he was giving Nathan an icepack.

"Scott, I would like to see you in my office, now!" The coach said.

All of the guys ooed after the Coach left.

Nathan walked in the coach's office, and he knew it wouldn't be good.

"Sit your ass down!" the coach said. "Look at all of these: Nathan Scott of the Miami Heat caugh drunk down at the piers… Nathan Scott gets d.u.i. and somehow disappears… Nathan Scott caught with two Las Vegas show girls at the Palms… And the rest are the same. I'm sick of this Nathan… I'm sending you to someone who can set you straight. Now you are on suspension from the team till you can get your act straight…"

"But sir…" Nathan said.

"Shut it… You are going to Tree Hill, North Carolina, to meet with an old friend of mine Whitey Durham. You will still train, but it won't be easy… Ok, Scott?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Your flight is for eight o'clock tomorrow morning… And Whitey will be expecting you."

"Yes, sir."

"When you first get to town, you will go to a small café called Karen's Café. The person will know you are coming, and you will stay with her…"

"Yes, sir.!

"Now get the hell out of my gym till I can call you a true basketball player not a player…player but a basketball player!"

"Bye, sir!" Nathan said and left…

"Damn, there goes one of my best basketball players!" Coach said to himself.

"So what happened, dawg?" Fergie asked…

"I have been suspended till further notice, and I have to go to this small town called Tree top of something?"

"You mean Tree Hill?"

"Yeah, you have heard of it?"

"Yeah, that's where Coach sends any of his players that he believes can change, so you better set yourself straight, or I might make Coach trade you!" Fergie said, and Nathan nodded.

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A/N: sorry I know that was kinda short, but I tried… And I like this better this way… my other story sounded stupid to me; so here your first chapter… So please push the button I know you want to…. I would really like to know what ya'll think…