So before I begin writing, I want you to know that my story is not 100% accurate based on the actual TV series, One Tree Hill. The main character's ages are going to be changed so they are similar to fit my story line. ALSO! I know this is a long chapter, but I'm still deciding the length each of these will be. I own absolutely nothing (sadly) and most of my work is credited to the crew of OTH, the other parts being my individual ideas.
So basically this story follows of the life of the main character's kids from OTH (except Quinn and Clays kids because they're my least favorite couple I'm not even going to lie). Also, I have 3 composition notebooks filled right now of each of their high school years from this point, I'm just beginning to paste the first one. It's going to be a long story.
"Jude!" yelled Davis as he got out of the car, "Why're you rushing away?"
Jude quickly stopped and turned to his brother, "now that I'm on the Varsity team I kind of have a new reputation that I'd like to keep."
"And that reputation is?"
"I haven't exactly made it yet, but all I know is that I can't be the kid who's best friends with his brother, you're fun and all but I need more friends. I have to go...bye!" and with that Jude speed walked his way through the quad, leaving his brother behind.
"How's my boyfriend?" a familiar voice shouted from behind Davis.
He spun around and opened his arms wide, preparing for a hug, "hey Lyd!"
Lydia wrapped her arms around Davis' neck and hugged him tight.
"How was Panama?" he asked as they broke apart.
"It was okay, but it would've been a lot better if you were able to come. My family is literally the most boring bunch of people ever."
"Really? That bad? I'm pretty sure any tropical vacation away from Tree Hill has to be somewhat fun."
"Well my cousin was there, and she's a lot of fun."
"Cool, we should really get to class before we're late, I'll walk you."
Davis and Lydia walked side by side to Lydia's first period and as Davis began walking through the almost empty halls to his class, the late bell rang.
"You're late." the teacher sternly said, "I've already taken attendance so you'll have to go to the office."
Davis let out a quiet sigh as he turned and left the classroom.
He walked right past the secretaries and straight to the principal's office.
"Davis? What're you doing in here?"
"Hey Haley. I just need a late pass and I kind of hoped you would help me out..."
"Really? This is something I'd expect from your brother, not you. Why were you late, it's the first day of school." she asked as she began writing the pass.
"I was walking Lydia to her class and underestimated the amount of time it would take me to get to my class."
Haley looked up and handed Davis the pass.
"Thank you so much."
"Just start walking to Lydia's class earlier. You're a good kid, Davis, and I don't want little things like this to screw all of that up."
"I know...I'm sorry."
"Now get to class again and don't come back here anymore" she laughed.
Davis returned to the class and handed the teacher the pass.
"Thank you, , now go sit in that open seat in the middle there."
He simply nodded and made his way to the desk.
"I'm Shawn," the boy next to him smiled, "Michael McFadden."
"Nice to meet you, Michael. I'm Davis."
"Davis Baker." Michael monotonically said.
"Is there something wrong?" Davis asked.
"You're Jude's brother. Basically his alter-ego."
"Uh yeah, how do you know Jude?"
Michael sighed, "he and his friend from the basketball team used to beat me up almost daily last year."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. I just kinda thought maybe if I became friends with you this year wouldn't be as hellish as last year was."
"I'll help you out. Actually, why don't you come over to my house after school for a little bit?"
"I don't want to you just pretend to be my friend, Davis. I just was thinking maybe you'd say some nice things about me to him so he'd stop."
"I'm not pretending, I need new friends. So what do you say? Meet me in the quad after school?"
"Okay." Michael smiled.
The end of the day had finally arrived. Jude was late out to the car as usual, and Michael was walking toward Davis.
"Hey Michael."
"Hey...where's Jude?"
"Oh, he'll be out eventually. There he is now."
As Jude approached the car, he noticed the scrawny kid standing next to his brother. What did this kid think he was doing? Jude grew angry and ran up to Michael grabbing the collar of his t-shirt.
"Stay away from my brother you piece of shit!" He yelled, releasing the tight grip he had and pushing Michael down onto the pavement.
Davis pushed Jude back and helped Michael up, "Jude why do you have to be such an ass. Michael's my friend and he's coming home with us today no matter what you think!"
"I'm not going anywhere near our house until he's gone." Jude scoffed as he walked back towards the school.
"Michael, I'm sorry...let's go."
When the boys pulled up to Davis and Jude's house, Michael stared at the large structure in awe.
"This is your house?"
"Yeah...I guess I'm pretty fortunate. I don't like to brag though."
"If I was you I would brag all the time, you have every right to."
Davis laughed, "that's just not me. How about we go inside?"
Davis and Michael walked into Davis' room and dropped their things off by the door.
"You wanna play some NBA Live?" Davis asked.
"Sure." Michael shrugged.
A few hours had passed, and the two remained playing video games. They were very focused on the game, too focused to notice the night knock on the door.
"Oh hey Lydia!" Davis smiled, pausing the game and walking over to hug his girlfriend.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt, your mom just said you were up here and...I'll go."
"No, don't worry about it. This is Michael. Michael, this is my girlfriend Lydia."
Lydia flashed Michael a quick smile and looked back to Davis, "I'll just see you tomorrow."
"Oh crap, I've got to get home."
"I'll drive you both, it's Jude's turn to pay for gas anyways. I just have to use the bathroom so I'll be right back."
"So...how's school going this year?" Lydia asked as she sat on Davis' bed.
"Just dandy, and only because it's the first day so nobody has gotten around to beating my ass. Aren't you the principal's daughter or something?" Michael asked.
"Yep, it's pretty bittersweet...mostly bitter."
"And your dad's NBA superstar Nathan Scott, huh?"
"Yeah but I-""You don't like to brag." Michael interrupted, "Just like every other rich kid in school. You all know you have so much more than people, but you act like you don't want to brag when in reality that's all you do."
"Everything okay?" Davis asked as he walked into the doorway.
"Everything's just fine." Lydia angrily said.
After he dropped Lydia off at her house, Davis was sitting alone in his car when his phone began to ring. The caller ID said 'Jude'.
"Hello?"
"Hey lil' brother" Jude slurred.
"Jude, are you drunk?"
"Naw, I'm just having a fun time with my pals. Can you pick me up?"
"Who the hell gets drunk on a Wednesday night?"
"Davis please!" Jude whined like a small child.
"No, I'm not covering for you again. Call mom or dad." Davis finished his words then hung up.
Lydia walked into her house to find her mom and dad in their family room impatiently waiting.
"Do you know what time it is Lydia?" Nathan asked.
"It's 9:30." she shamefully replied.
"Your curfew on school nights is 9! Especially when you're with Davis!"
"I know I just lost track of time!"
"What were you so busy doing that you didn't know what time it was?" said Haley.
"Well when I first got to Davis' he had a friend over so we took that friend home and I guess we underestimated how long it would take to get him home."
Haley shook her head, "I don't want you and Davis seeing each other anymore."
"Mom!"
"You made him late for class this morning, and you spent hours every night on vacation on the phone with him. I just think you two should take a break for a little while."
"You got pregnant in high school! Do you not see how hypocritical you're being?"
"I don't want that happening to you, Lydia. Go to your room, okay?"
"This is so unfair!" Lydia yelled as she stomped up the steps to her room.
Reviews are my favorite thing next to One Tree Hill, and PLEASE critique my work, I'm actually begging you.