The Unkindness
The Unkindness
Author: Sami Jane
Series: One Tree Hill and The O.C.
Genre: Drama
Disclaimer: Please see Author's Bio
Summary: AU. Two rivaling cliques rule the halls and the population of Tree Hill High. At the head of those two cliques are two rivaling enemies, Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer. Everone is in for an unexpected roller coaster of a ride - full of laughter, tragedy, betrayal, secret family ties, and love. OTH & OC Crossover.
Couples: To be decided later on in the story.
Cliques:
Student Council: Brooke Davis, Haley James, Lucas Roe, Marvin "Mouth" McFadden, Antwon "Skills" Taylor, Ryan Atwood, Seth Cohen, Taylor Townsend, Kaitlin Cooper
Athletes: Nathan Scott, Peyton Sawyer, Jake Jagielski, Rachel Gattina, Bevin Mirskey, Summer Roberts, Marissa Cooper, Luke Ward, Zach Stevens
Prologue Part 1: Tastes Like Teen Spirit
Two alcohol laced lips crashed onto each other, hungry for the other's touch and taste. Her hands grasped onto his hair while his grabbed onto her hips, bringing her closer to his body. Their bodies stumbled into the empty bedroom and he kicked the door shut before throwing her onto the bed.
She smiled slyly into his blue eyes as he went down for another kiss, this time penetrating his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues danced, their hands did as well, wandering up and down each other's body. He felt the softness of her blonde curls with one hand while searching under her shirt with the other.
She closed her green eyes and brought his head down to her neck as he traced his fingers over her defined abs and found his way to her chest. She arched her back in delighted response. He knew he had cast a spell on her with his touch and he grinned to himself in satisfaction. Her hands wandered down his chest for his shirt hem and he momentarily stopped kissing as she removed the fabric that separated his chest from hers.
Satisfied with his bare chest, she ripped off her own top and pressed her body against his, rolling on top of him, and letting skin touch against skin. Their lust fed off of each other's sweat and racing hearts. Their lips crashed once again as he swiftly unhooked her bra. Their tongues continued their intoxicated dance with no intention of stopping.
She arched her back as she enjoyed his mouth on her body. He swiftly turned her over so that she was beneath him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt him harden through his jeans. She reached down his pants and teased him, causing him to release a hungry groan into her chest. He sucked on her lip with anticipation as she reached for his zipper and he reached under her skirt. A pounding on the door surprised them but they didn't stop their motions. He heard his last name being shouted through the door, but he ignored their calls.
"Scott! Scott, dude, open up. It's an emergency - it's Summer," a muffled voice shouted. At the mention of the name, both froze and released an angry sigh. If there was anything that could stop their much heated encounter, it would be her. Thunder began to sound outside, mirroring the couple's anger.
"Fuck," he gritted through his teeth. He rested his forehead against hers, both were breathing heavily. His blue eyes bore down into her green ones, wondering what to do.
"Go," she insisted, catching her breath and knowing full well what he needed to do. They both sighed and rolled off of each other. She watched as he proceeded to his bathroom while she lay still for a couple of minutes to cool off. He returned to see her still on the bed with her breasts fully exposed; reminding him what he had to come back to. He silently cursed whoever's idea it was to get him to fix Summer's problems once again.
"I'll be back, babe," he kissed her on the lips, fixed his pants, and picked up his shirt off the ground. Still topless, she watched from her position on the bed as her own boyfriend went to help out another girl. She groaned with upset as she looked around for her bra.
She decided to remain in his bedroom; she needed some more alcohol before she could go back to, what she deemed, a stupid ass party. She found a bottle of good old Captain Morgan in his mini fridge. Why hello, Captain, she thought. She closed her eyes and listened to the music that the thunderstorm was playing outside.
Ten minutes had passed and her boyfriend had yet to return. Her green eyes stared out the window and saw a familiar blonde guy carrying away her best friend from the rowdy beach house. When did she pass out? she wondered to herself.
One part of her wanted to chase after and accompany the boy who was taking her best friend away – away from the inebriated world they knew too well. That part of her knew that her best friend needed her. But the other part of her couldn't escape from the bedroom she was locking herself in. How could she help her best friend when right now she couldn't help herself?
She couldn't leave the party, not now. It would look bad if one of the most important girls in the school even thought about leaving early – especially now that her best friend had to be carried out. And it was early – it was only 12:41am. Yup, 12:41am was early for a bunch of rich, arrogant, and party addictive high school kids who had nothing better to do than get wasted on a Friday night. Ok, well they did have a reason besides getting wasted…school was about to start, for the eleventh time in their lives; twelve if you counted kindergarten. If that wasn't a good enough reason to drown in alcohol, she didn't know what was.
The hip hop beats continued to resonate throughout the house, sending vibrations up her spine, even though she was on the second floor. Her ears perked at the sound of the door creaking; her hands gripped tighter onto her drink. She knew it wasn't her boyfriend; he wouldn't open the door that slowly. God, why couldn't she be left alone for at least another five minutes? Or better yet, where the hell was her boyfriend?
"Sorry, I -" a deep voice began. As she turned around to meet the young man's eyes, his mouth seemed to stop talking. They continued to stare, neither daring to break the silence.
He didn't expect Peyton Sawyer to be in the room, alone. He thought the broody cheerleader would be with her usual posse, downstairs playing some stupid drinking game or with her hot shot boyfriend. He remained at the doorway and watched as her hazel green eyes broke his blue-gray gaze. She shifted her attention from him to her nails, like he wasn't worth her concern, and she noticed that she really needed a manicure.
"Sorry, I just – I'm looking for - " he started, but again wasn't able to finish.
"He left," she stated, tucking a lonely blonde curl behind her ear. Shocked that she knew who he was looking for, he watched as she chugged down whatever was left of her drink.
"How much have you had to drink – "
"No fuckin clue," she interrupted again. Why the hell did we invite the fuckin council losers anyway? she thought to herself. She stood up and threw the glass bottle swiftly into the trash basket on the other side of the room.
"You know, you don't have to look after me anymore," she insisted.
"You sure about that?" he asked cautiously, eyeing the size of the empty bottle she just threw into the trash.
She heaved a sigh in response. "Just leave me alone, Atwood. You think you could do that?" She stressed the "alone" part and hoped he would get a clue.
She stood up and crossed her arms waiting for him to do as he was told. Out of all the kids invited to the party, the "ex juvie convict turned student council wannabe" known as Ryan Atwood was the one who was eating away at her nerves at the moment.
Maybe it was because of what happened over the summer. Maybe it was because she really needed some sex, preferably from a certain absentee boyfriend. She attributed it to the latter, but she couldn't deny that her few summer run-ins with Ryan Atwood would certainly never be forgotten…no matter how hard she tried.
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flashback
She rocked slightly to the music that was blasting from her I - pod. The I - pod to her was one of the greatest inventions since sliced bread…correction, since her Comet was conceived. Her car and I - pod were definitely two things she couldn't live without.
She continued to draw and listen to her music, anything to distract her from her current place of residence. A good thirty seconds into the classic song, "Good Times" by INXS, she felt a pair of eyes staring down at her. And sure enough, once she looked up from her sketch pad, a broody blonde haired guy quickly averted his eyes, in attempt to conceal his actions.
She was used to stares when she was adorned in a mini skirt, her cheerleading outfit, a binki, or nothing at all. But not times like now, with her face free of eye liner, lounging in baggy paint stained sweats, and a hoodie pulled over her messy ponytail. "Can I help you?" she asked with disdain.
"Sorry; I'm just a little surprised to see you here," the guy replied with a tiny, nervous smile. He continued to watch her, wondering why she was in the middle of New Mexico for summer vacation instead of somewhere exotic, like New Zealand. As he continued to stare, she continued to grow annoyed.
"Do I know you?" she asked, beginning to recognize his eyes from somewhere. And then it clicked and she realized she just uttered a very stupid question.
"I guess not," the he replied, feeling insulted. After all, he was her lab partner for the last four weeks of school. He should have walked the other way and left the girl alone. He should have known that an almighty cheerleader such as her would never bother to remember any student from school that wasn't part of her elite posse. The high school popularity pyramid sure was stupid.
"Atwood, right?" the girl asked, surprising him and stopping him in his tracks. "Council wannabe, Cohen's friend, spent some time in juvie?" she smirked with a raised eyebrow as he turned to face her.
"Among other things," he replied with a stoic expression. "And you're Peyton. Cheerleader wannabe, Scott's girlfriend, spent some time in rehab," he pointed out the facility they were currently occupying. She rolled her eyes and smirked as she threw her sketchbook onto the nearby coffee table. He took it as a sign that she was about to initiate some conversation.
"You've got balls, I'll give you that," she remarked. He thought he momentarily saw a sparkle in her eye, but he attributed it to the unusually bright lights in the place.
"Or maybe I just don't know any better," he replied back with a slight smirk as he made himself comfortable in the chaise lounge across from her.
"True. I would think a smart kid like you would know to stay away from bitches like me," she smiled as she shook out her curls from the restricting hair tie.
"Maybe I'm pulling the old, 'Keep your enemies closer' trick." He watched as her curls bounced when she laughed and he wondered if this was the only time she would ever smile at something he said.
"So, are you surprised that I need rehab or surprised that I showed up to it?" she asked, crossing her arms and bringing him out of his thoughts.
He shrugged, "A little of both I guess." His fingers tapped nervously on the arm of the chair. "What are you in for?" he asked with a slight hesitation. Was it ok for him to ask such a question, he wondered.
"Coke," she replied. Her quick answer caught him off guard, especially since the girl was known to close herself off to the world. "You?" she asked and stared intently, hoping that maybe she could go through the agonizing process with someone she almost...sort of knew.
"Just visiting my mom," he replied after a brief pause. This was the first person he told outside of his four best friends that he had a mother in rehab. Although it wasn't necessarily something to be ashamed of, it was still hard to admit.
"Well there's a surprise," she mumbled, unintentionally sending the wrong message. He automatically assumed she was insulting him and his family, but in reality she was expressing her sadness of not having a familiar face at rehab.
"I'm not going to talk about this with you," he remarked as he got up once again to leave.
"Hey, wait," she grabbed his arm and her touch paralyzed the both of them for a split second. She immediately removed her hand and watched his face, looking for any sign of hatred. And of course, she saw loathing begin to form in his eyes. "I didn't mean it like that," she immediately tried to explain. "I just – it's hard going through this alone and for a second, I hoped there was a chance you were actually messed up and would be here with me."
She noticed the tension in his face begin to relax. "But of course; surprise, surprise, you're just like every other wholesome, drug free, council member." Her face was bent down, eyes fixated on the floor, surprised at how she just revealed her feelings to someone she barely knew. She couldn't believe she just did that; she never did that.
"Hey," He started and he noticed her green eyes flutter from the floor to his gaze. "Not all council members are wholesome," he smirked. She let out a tiny smile and her mind noted that this was the first genuine smile she had expressed in the two weeks since she had landed in New Mexico. Who would have thought?
"I actually need to go now, though," he told her.
She nodded and watched as he started to walk away. "Hey Ryan?" she yelled out, forcing him to turn her way again. She walked quickly up to him so that she wouldn't have to scream. "Everyone thinks I'm in Australia with the kangaroos or whatever. So could you not -"
"Who are you again?" he asked, interrupting her mini ramble.
"Nobody important," she smirked.
Before he exited the building, he turned to take a look at her one more time. She was exactly as he had first found her, sketching away with music blasting in her ear drums but this time with a tiny smile adorned on her lips.
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"So what's it going to be Atwood?" Peyton asked when she noticed that he still had not moved or replied to her previous remark. She didn't want to be mean, but she needed to make him stop being so damn friendly towards her. Her boyfriend was already getting suspicious of something going on with her.
Ryan merely raised an eyebrow at her request, moved away from the door frame, and mimicked her stance. "Better for ya, Sawyer?" he asked with a stern voice. He now remembered one of the many reasons for why he hated the popular vixen known as Peyton Sawyer. He knew he should have listened to his best friend; life away from the superficiality of high school couldn't last forever. Sooner or later, everybody transforms back into the person they're "supposed" to be.
Not surprised at his insubordinate demeanor, Peyton smirked and started walking towards the door. She noticed his muscular physique as well as his brooding eyes that were obviously checking her cheerleading body out. He was hungry to touch her, but he knew that was out of the question. Even the touch of her soft blonde curls was off limits. They both "despised" each other for numerous reasons, but hatred was never related to hormones.
She licked her lips and took another note of his muscular biceps. He was a little shorter than her boyfriend, but he wasn't too bad to look at. She found him surprisingly attractive – from his ashy blonde locks to his intense eyes and down to his simple wardrobe and street tough demeanor.
Her mini skirt exposed legs continued through the doorway, but stopped in their tracks. Curiosity absorbed his eyes as he watched her approach him, getting close enough for each other to inhale the other's toxic scent.
"You think you're something, don't you?" she whispered seductively as she went in for a kiss. But she pulled away before their lips could meet, "Too bad you're not." And with that, the curly blonde left the room to look for her boyfriend, and more importantly, to search for some more alcohol to distract herself from her so called life.
A/N: Read and review :) Please tell me how this first chapter was, if it was confusing or not. The first few chapters will focus on just two people each, like this one. And then once the main characters are introduced, the chapters will be more of an ensemble type of story.