I was asked a while ago to write a sequel to A Summer to Remember by Cabot007. I had considered it but put a hold on it because I didn't really have a good a storyline until the other night when I was trying to write a chapter for Holding on to the Future (rewriting a few things in that one, btw). So anyways, here it is Cabot007!
If you are new to this story, read Summer... (and leave a review) but everything in this story will pretty much explain itself. Just keep in mind it's LP, JH and NB.
Also, storylines for this may change as I go along...if you want to see something happen or not...or are confused, just let me know.

Disclaimer: I own nothing OTH related.

Chapter 1

"This is it," Lucas said.

Lucas Scott stood in front of the main doors of Tree Hill High School beside his girlfriend, Peyton Sawyer. The two of them, holding hands, stared at the building as if they were in awe. Around them, students walked around the small campus. Some were trying to find friends they hadn't seen over the long summer; some were standing in groups talking about their summer; and some, mainly freshmen, were hurrying towards the building.

"What is?" she asked.

"The first day of our last year,"

"Yup. You scared?"

Lucas turned his head towards her, "With you by my side? Not a chance,"

It was senior year; their last year at Tree Hill High. But it was also going to be the best year of their high school careers. They were no longer 'freshmen meat', nor were they the invisible sophomores or juniors – the two years that nobody really paid much attention to. They were seniors – and seniors ruled the school.

So then why did Peyton feel like the only senior who wasn't looking forward to it? Deep down, although she never really told anyone, she knew the answer. Senior year also meant that it would be their last year together. After graduation they would all go their separate ways and start a new life at a new school.

"Come on," Lucas grabbed her hand and started towards the school. Peyton took a deep breath before following. Ready or not, the first day of their final year was beginning.

To Haley James the first day of school meant getting new text books, seeing her favorite teachers and learning anything and everything she could. It was always her favorite day of the year. No tour or music recognition was going to change that.

With a big smile on her face, Haley opened her locker for the first time that school year. She started to move her belongings into her new 'home' for the year when she heard that familiar voice.

"Fancy meeting you here," Jake said.

The six foot three, clean-shaven boy walked around Haley and stood in front of his locker, which was to the left of hers.

"Hey, Jake," she smiled.

"Can't believe this is it. Our last year,"

"Yeah. It's exciting isn't it?" her voice was filled with enthusiasm, "I mean this is our last year together…it's sad, but then again, we're seniors! We get to deal with college applications, then we get to worry about getting in…and then there's prom and graduation,"

Jake let out a laugh as Haley rambled. He was glad to see that Haley hadn't changed since finishing the tour.

"So, I take that you won't be touring during the school year?"

"Touring, no…but opening for local bands, yes. I talked to my manager and told him I didn't want to miss out on school again, so he pulled some strings and here I am,"

"Good. I'm glad we got to spend the year together. I may need a tutor to catch up," Jake caught her eye and smiled. "…and maybe I can actually get to see you perform this time,"

"Alright! Look at that," Peyton said excitedly as they approached their lockers, "Sawyer, Scott,"

"Gotta love alphabetical order," he agreed.

"High five," Peyton held her hand up.

Lucas looked at his girlfriend with an odd look, "Um…Peyt, you do know that we are dating?"

"Yeeeah…" she wait for him to continue with his point.

"Well, don't you think we're a little past the high five thing," he glanced at her open palm that was still hanging in the air.

"Oh," she put her hand down, "well what exactly do dating people do then?"

Lucas shrugged and pretended to think, "Oh, I don't know…maybe kiss?"

"Kiss?" she pretended to be unimpressed. "In public? Umm…thanks, but I think I'll pass on that one,"

The curly blonde teen turned her attention to her lock. Her fingers gently spun the dial around in the center of the lock.

"Peyton…"

Lucas stopped what he was going to say when Peyton suddenly turned around. She grabbed the front collar of his blue shirt and pulled him for a kiss.

"Is that what you wanted?" she smirked when they pulled apart.

Lucas was pleasantly surprised, "Ye…yeah," he sputtered out, "Much better then a high five,"

Peyton rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him away before letting go of his shirt.

"You should hit the weights," Nathan said as he walked towards the couple, "If a girl can push you over like that, you're gonna get killed on the court,"

"Whatever man," Lucas replied, "Besides, if I get pushed around on the court…" he put his arm around Peyton and joked, "my girlfriend will be there to protect me,"

Nathan laughed. Peyton, on the other hand, didn't find it to be so funny.

"I can't believe this," the three friends looked down the hallway to see Brooke quickly approaching. "The first day of school and it already sucks,"

"What's wrong, Brooke?" Peyton asked.

"My locker…that's what wrong. I'm stuck in the middle of…no friends land," she pouted, "I mean look at you guys. You're all together. Haley has Jake," Brooke pointed down the hall "…and who do I have?" Brooke paused. "I don't know because I didn't stay long enough to find out,"

"Well then," Nathan stepped closer towards his girlfriend, "it's a good thing that you're my girlfriend. You can move in with me,"

"Really? Wait. You don't think we're moving a little fast?"

"It's normal for him. I mean he proposed to Haley after, what six months?" Lucas joked.

"Funny," Nathan glared at him, "You're just lucky Peyton's here to protect you,"

Nathan softened his eyes as he looked at Brooke, "It's a locker, Brooke, besides you'll be close to us and honestly, I don't mind if it means I can kiss you every morning, between classes and after school,"

"Win – win situation, huh?" she smiled.

He nodded in response. With a squeal and a clap of the hands, Brooke kissed Nathan and accepted his proposal.

Meanwhile, Peyton gave an unsuspecting Lucas a punch on the arm and started to walk away.

"Ow," Lucas followed, rubbing his right arm, "What was that for?"

Peyton kept walking towards class and didn't bother to look at him, "You're playing basketball?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Um…hello? Your HCM," she hissed in a low tone. They were only two people in Tree Hill who knew the truth about Lucas's heart test.

Lucas sighed and pulled Peyton aside. He looked inside a class room and saw that it was empty. Once inside the room, Lucas closed the door, ensuring they had some privacy.

"Peyt, I thought we already discussed this. Lots of athletes play with it. You know that. You were with me when we talked to the doctor, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But I also so you play on the Rivercourt. Luke you could barely keep up with the guys,"

"So, I'm out of shape. I wasn't exactly working out all summer long. Besides it's probably just the medication. It slows me down, but that just means that I have to work harder to compensate. I can do it, Peyt. Don't worry,"

"How can I not?"

"Peyton, I'm not giving up basketball," his voice was firm and his mind was made up.

"I know…just be careful ok?"

"I will,"

"Some of you guys think that basketball is just a game," Whitey's voice bellowed throughout the gymnasium, "Some of you guys think that it's your life. But I don't give a rat's ass what y'all think as long as y'all think what I think…" his voice softened, "and that is to win the State Championship Does anyone think differently?"

The old coach eyed each one of his players one by one. When no one protested, a wide grin spread across his aged face, "Good…now line up on the baseline!"

"Some of you girls think cheerleading is just for fun," Brooke Davis paced in front of her squad in a corner by the gym. "Some of you girls even think that it's all about looking good in a short skirt. But you're all wrong,"

The long haired brunette gazed at each girl. "Cheerleading, for the next six months is going to be your life because I want that Sparkle Championship Trophy and if you plan on messing that up for me in anyway get out of my sight now," Her serious face turned into a sweet smile when no one objected her, "Good, now does anyone have any questions? Good, now…"

"Umm…actually I have a question," a red head girl in the back stood up. From the looks of her, Brooke new she was trouble. "How short exactly are the skirts…cause I don't wear cheer bloomers,"

"And you are?" Brooke asked with a tone of annoyance in her voice.

"Rachel. Rachel Gatina," she replied with a challenging smirk.

"Well, Rachel, since you're new…I'll give you a warning now. Under no circumstance will you cheer with the team if you are not properly dressed in uniform. That includes cheer bloomers,"

The new girl smirked and muttered under her breath, "We'll see about that,"

With her superman-like ears, Brooke heard her comment. She was about to lash out when…

"LUCAS SCOTT! PICK UP THE PACE NOW!" Whitey's voice echoed throughout the gym.

The girls all turned their heads in time to Lucas, the last one, cross the baseline. He was clearly out of shape as he bent over with his hands on his knees. Lucas breathed furiously, trying to send oxygen in his deprived body.

Since the outburst didn't concern her or her squad, Brooke ordered the girls to a line formation to go over a cheer and continued on with her practice. Although Peyton took her place in line, she kept her attention on Lucas. She watched as she saw Nathan walk up to Lucas as the rest of the team went to grab a basketball. By the look on Nathan's face, she knew Nathan was upset with his brother.

"You better step it up, man. With the competition out there this year, I can't carry the team on my own," Nathan whispered harshly so Whitey wouldn't hear him.

"PEYTON!" Brooke yelled for her attention.

Lucas looked up and caught Peyton's stare before she looked at Brooke.

"Pay attention! You missed the whole routine," Brooke turned her attention to the rest of the girls, "Alright, now from the top again and this time, stop paying attention to your boyfriend,"

"Well who can blame her, he's kinda hot!"

Peyton threw a defensive glare at Rachel. With a smirk, Rachel winked at Peyton, "He is the dark haired one, right? You know the captain?"

Brooke's jaw dropped, "No…that's my boyfriend," she claimed.

"Oops, my bad," she laughed.

Brooke glared at her. Her instincts were right…Rachel Gatina was going to be trouble. Tree Hill High was definitely going to have a senior year they'll never forget.