Summary: Nathan and Haley's daughter, Riley, is discovering that Seventeen is a lot tougher than she thought it would be, and is discovering that things might not be so normal. Sequal to Trying to be Normal (it makes more sence if you read that first).

Big Fat Disclaimer: I do not own any of One Tree Hill

Chapter 1: Surprise!

"Mom, dad, guess who," I called out loudly, walking into my house. "Hello," I sang, after finding no reply. Well how rude. Usually my parents are home when I arrive back from school, but the silence proved that they had changed their ways, at least for the day.

I headed up to my room, finding nothing better to do then sit lazily on my bed. Wow, I'm coming across as pathetic. How the paparazzi would hate that. I am after all the seventeen year-old daughter of the celebrity power couple Nathan, Mr. NBA, and Haley, Super-Star Singer, Scott. I should be a blond bimbo, who could pass as a model and has just gotten out of a brief stint in rehab for drug use. Instead I am petite tutor with black hair who believes that studying is ten times more fun than a party could ever be. Exciting, huh?

My computer seemed the only option for any form of entertainment. I logged on, deciding to check my email first. Their were ten messages from MusicLuvrJennyBabe, each with a blaring title of END OF SCHOOL YEAR PARTY. I deleted all but one, knowing that each would say the same thing. They would probably say the exact thing that Jenny had been talking about for weeks.

My house, two weeks from Wednesday. If you aren't their I will personally kick your ass Riley, so no trying to get out of it. Oh and you aren't working that night either, Brooke thinks you need some fun also and has banned you from the cafe for the night. Ha, try escaping now!

Your favorite friend,

Jenny Babe

I rolled my eyes, and clicked off the mail page. Their had to be a way out of this, and if their was ever a person who could figure things out it would be me. Yes, I, Riley Karen Scott, will get out of this party. I became so preoccupied with plans that I almost missed the breaking news flashing across the screen.

And then I saw it. New Scott Baby glared at me from the computer, accompanied by a picture of my parents buying a pregnancy test. This couldn't be happening. We talk about everything, and anyway a baby seems like a stupid thing to hide. For some reason I think I would notice if my mom's waistline steadily increased for nine months until she showed up one day with a new child.

I was getting angry, that much was obvious. Why hadn't they come right to me? Why on earth would they sneak around?

Deciding that it would be best to get more information, or maybe ammo is the proper term, I clicked on the small read more link.

Last night, Haley and Nathan Scott were caught buying a pregnancy test. Could this mean a new bundle of joy for our favorite couple, adding another member to the family? Just four years ago the two reunited with their daughter Riley, now seventeen, but three apparently isn't enough. Nothing has been confirmed yet, but we are keeping our eyes open and searching for that bump!

Now I was really angry. Last night! How could they not talk to me! My mind raced over who I could rant to. Jenny would probably ignore the problem and start discussing party plans, something I definitely was not in the mood for, Jay would laugh it off and then ask me to go out with him (which he had steadily been trying since he moved back to Tree Hill), and Keith would... wait that was it! Keith would listen to me, and he had become an expert at working through my problems, what with the close living proximity for about twelve years.

I raced down the stairs and out of the house (only tripping a couple of times), and continued to run. Hmm... Maybe I should join track next year, I'm doing pretty well at this. Not that the trek to Grandma Karen's house was very far. Everything in Tree Hill is relatively close, but all the same I was becoming proud of my self. I had to have reached the side door leading into Keith's room in record time, yet this would need to be forgotten. I had anger to get to.

I pushed open Keith's door not even thinking to knock. Brooke once told me that the door wouldn't know what was coming if someone knocked before entering. "Trust me, that room used to be your Uncle Luke's. Privacy is practically foreign in there," she had laughed.

"Keith you will never believe this I'm so angry right now I mean the news finds out before me...," my gush of words was suddenly caught off by the scene before my eyes. There on the bed were two of my best friends in a way I would rather liked not to see, with certainly less clothes then I would have wished. "Oh Keith... Jenny... Er I'll go now...," I finally made out before running off again.

There's the first chapter for you! I hope you like it and review!