This is my first one tree hill fan fiction and I hope you like it. I only started watching the show a year ago and I ship Lucas and Peyton a lot! This is a leyton fanfic and will be rated M cause there will be lots of sex and swearing.


Lucas Scott lost three people with two bullets. He loved them the most out of everybody he has ever known.

One Month later Lucas Scott sat in jail for stealing a Sandwich. He has been homeless for the week. He can't live in the same house where they were killed. He was starving and tired. Lucas Scott has been in hospital for three weeks.

'We have very good news for you Mr Scott. You're gonna live with your father in Tree hill.' The detective said. Lucas loved his father but he hated his biological father for abandoning him as a child. He left his mother alone to bring him up. Thankfully he had his uncle Keith who he called his father. He was his role model. 'Luckily for you your mother she had a few businesses that you will now own. But the places will need a bit of work...' He smiled

'So what, I am going to live in Tree Hill with my biological father who never wanted me in the first place. How did you make him agree to have me?' Lucas said

'I asked and he quickly accepted saying he wanted to get to know you. But as I was saying you will be going to school at Tree hill High and will live your life there now. You will also have a business there because of your mum. You will be the new owner of a night club.'

'But I do not want to go.'

'You want to stay in that shit hole you have underneath the bridge, or want to stay in a mansion at the beach. Although you do not have a choice as your a minor. You will fly to Tree hill tomorrow in the morning.'

I grunted. I was going to meet the man who abandoned me when I wasn't even born.

Two things have gotten me through getting through my hell of a life. One was my friends in the slums and the other was the game. Basketball.

I walked out of the police station towards to my home. The blankets underneath the bridge where I shared with the two Spanish twins; Alejandro and Rodriguez and also my best friends Max and Terrell although he does live in a flat not far from here. I hated to tell them the news. We have spent the last week together reminiscing the good times when we were not alone and had loved ones.

"Someone looks like they need to get laid," Max joked when he saw Lucas' face.

"I'm leaving tomorrow to stay with my dad in Tree Hill. So I might not see you guys for a long time.'

Everyone's faces quickly saddened. I walked over to Max and pulled him into a hug 'I'm gonna miss you buddy and thank you for what you have done for me,'

'You'll always be in my heart Lucas' Max nodded as he pulled himself away from the hugs.

Lucas looked over to see the Mexican twins. Alejandro was crying on Rodriguez's shoulder. They was always very dramatic. Lucas pulled them into a hug and nodded their way and lastly went over to Terrell.

'My cousin lives in Tree hill. I'll make sure that he knows one of my best mate is coming there. He will look out for you and make sure you'll stay out of trouble.' He said. His eyes were already watery. Lucas did not want to leave them. He hated it when people always left and now he was the one leaving.


Lucas sat on a plane. He was nervous because this was the first time he went on a plane. He did not know what was going to happen when he got there. He just hoped his 'dad' had a heart now. According to his mother and uncle he never did have one and he was always a selfish bastard.

Lucas did not want to close his eyes. In fact he hasn't closed them at all since he woke up from the hospital. If he did it, it reminded him what happened on that day.

He walked out of the departures and saw his name written on a sheet of paper.'Mr Scott'

"Thats me. So I'm guessing your my dad?"

He chuckled a bit. "If I was your dad I would tell you to go for a shower. Your reek' His remained silent a bit after that waiting for a response but Lucas never gave one. His face emotionless. 'Your Dad is working at the moment. I'm just his taxi driver. I'm guessing you have a few questions as you have no idea what is happening."

Lucas nodded. "Where am I staying?"

"In a beach house only 45 minutes away from here."

'How big is it?"

"I have been working for your dad for about 5 years now, I still get lost in that place sometimes." He chuckled.

"What's he like?"

The man stayed silent for a bit. "Thats for you to decide." He put Lucas' suitcase in the back. Nothing important in their apart from a toothbrush, a basketball and an Ipod he got for his birthday.

For the rest of the trip they stayed silent with faint Rap music on in the background. Lucas hated Rap. He would take Jimmy eat world over Drake any day of the week. That was another thing that Lucas loved. Music. Apart from Basketball he like to put earphones in and just stay silent and let the music flow throughout his body calming him.

"Here we are." The man opened his door and went to the trunk.

Lucas stayed in the car looking at the thing before him. He couldn't move. I was staying here. This place was gigantic. His flat back in New York did not compare anything to this. You could fit his place like 20 times in this. "I'm staying here?"

"Yeah, It is incredible how much money the Scotts have. I should really ask for a raise."

Lucas walked through the front door and he really shouldn't have been surprised to see this place was fully furnished with wood and Marble tables with ornaments and picture frames on it.

"Your room is upstairs down the hall and on third on the left. Your dad will be here briefly to talk to you. Have a good day sir." He said before turning his back and heading out to the car.

Lucas walked past the picture frames but one caught his eye. It was a family of three. The oldest one looked like his dad. But he did not look like Lucas at all. Lucas had Blond scruffy hair with a chiseled jaw line but the one in the picture had neat, combed black hair. He also saw him hugging a women with blonde hair and blue eyes and his eyes fell on the youngest looking boy. He looked about his age. blue eyes and black hair just like their father.

The door swung open and he saw the man from the picture.

"So you must be Lucas. My son"

Lucas nose scrunched hearing those words. Only one person was able to say that word. But he is gone.

"Look heres the deal," Dan Scott looked like he couldn't care less about him. "You are not my son but a boy who is homeless. I am here to help you get back on your feet. I don't care what you do but do not get killed." He chuckled at that "Do whatever you want. My place is your place but do not trash it or throw any party's otherwise I will kill you. Slowly and painfully. But when I tell you to do something your will help me. And you will help me to become Mayor of Tree Hill." At the end of the speech Dan Scott smiled but soon faded away when he looked at his abandoned kid.

Lucas was emotionless. He knew how to not care about anything "Okay"

"We will talk more about the situation tomorrow,"


After Lucas came out of the cold shower to wake himself up a bit he walked downstairs to the kitchen to get coffee even if it was 10:00pm. Lucas knew he couldn't sleep. He wanted to clear his head.

Lucas walked out the front door with his basketball in hand. Hopefully some fresh air would do him good.

Tree Hill was silent at night. It needed some place to lighten up the mood. Thank God Lucas was left with a night club in which he will pursue to make it big. But he will start it in a few days.

Lucas walked down the river where there were still people about eating at restaurants and small cafe's. He walked a bit further down to a park with a basketball court. There were two people playing and two more people sitting on the bleachers. From the way they were playing they looked like amateurs.

Lucas wanted to play against someone but haven't had the chance. Lucas walked over to the court.

'Anyone want to play a game?' The four men and looked at Lucas.

"Yo dawg, finally new comp in here" One of them said. "How about we make things interesting."

"What are you implying"

"Betting duh" One of the guys on the bleaches said.

"So twenty dollars"

"Actually, If I win I will give you twenty but if I win I want something different."

"What yo talking man. I ain't doing something nasty dawg." Lucas laughed as he realised what the black man said.

"If I win I want respect."

"Wow, why don't you want anything different."

"Sometimes respect is more important."

The men chuckled "Alright man, Me v you first to 15."

"Well Ladies and Gentlemen we have a new player on the rivercourt today as he is willing to beat one of the best. I hope this is a good match!." I was a bit confused when he started commentating on the match but right now I couldn't care less.

"The new guy starts with the ball. Instantly he throws it into the net for a point. This is gonna be a long one."

10 minutes pass and Lucas still has the ball. It has been turned over once but he stole it away quickly.

"Skills is getting whipped out there on the court. It is 13-0. Skills drenched in sweat while the new kid hasn't broke a sweat as yet."

'Come on skills." The man next to the commentator said.

Lucas decided that he could be nice to them because they were quite a funny lot. Throughout the game he has laughed a lot and was beginning to become his old self.

"He shoots and he misses. First time this night. Skills lays it up and has earned himself a point." Lucas smiled.

"The score is now 13-5. I think the new guy is feeling sorry for Skills. He isn't even running. Oh my mistake 14-5 now. A quick steal and a massive slam dunk.

"Come on man, let this guy have a chance." Skills pointed two thumbs to himself. I grinned.

Lucas has the ball in hand. "He runs up and leaps off the ground. Oh My God, Did you just see that. He did a massive slam dunk on skills."

"I need to catch my breath." Lucas helped Skills over to the bleaches. "So, whats your name."

"My name is Lucas"

"Oh right, the Lucas from New York right" I nodded. "I am Terrell's cousin. Antwon Taylor, but call me Skills. You sure don't look like how I picture you. Thought you'd be skinny but I was wrong."

Lucas liked the fact that he body showed. He mainly got all of his muscles and fitness from basketball but recently he would like to Box a punching bag to get his anger out.

He met the rest of the guys and they talked about how they dreaded school was starting up again. They all said their goodbyes and Lucas went back home.

Lucas opened the door to find Dan sitting watching TV. "Good your home. We need to talk"

"About what?" Lucas asked

"Well for starters, the media are coming tomorrow to ask questions about you. I told them that you have been homeless for the past year and when I saw you in the street starving on a cold night. I decided to take you in and take care of you. I'll leave some money on the counter as well tomorrow so you can go shopping and buy the shit you need."

"Anything else. Dad?" Dan shot Lucas a death glare.

"Don't call me that. Well you have a brother and you will be attending Tree hill high next week when it opens up."

"Great i'm going to bed." Lucas was lying, he couldn't sleep, he would lie up all night reading or listening to music and sometimes do both. He dreaded his life right now. Two dead parents. A dad who didn't want him and a brother he never knew about. What possibly can go worse?"