Disclaimer: One Tree Hill does not belong to me. S.A.T.'s don't belong to me. But this fic belongs to me. So, please don't sue me.
Note: I took the idea from, you can guess where. If you guessed the Perfect Score, you got it right! What a genius! Anyway, Nathan and Lucas know of each other's existance. This is an AU btw, so, bear with me. R/R!! Thanks for reading
The Perfect Score
Suck-Ass-Test
Nathan's P.O.V.
I awoke. The same as always, I stared at the ceiling above me, watching, listened to my partner's steady breathing, listening and feeling the sheets rustle under me touch, feeling. I knew that my life was complete. I had everything any man (straight or gay) could want. I had a wonderful basketball filled future a head of me, the features resembling a Greek god (or so I have been told) and countless women and the occasional men falling at my very feet. I should be happy right? So, why wasn't I?
I glanced sideways towards the steady breathing of the blonde bimbo (my flavour of the night) sleeping next to me. She was, I guess pretty enough with her blonde locks, high cheekbones and full lips. But her nose is a little crooked.
Maybe a bit to the left?
I hovered closer and gingerly wanted to paw at her off-center nose. As I continue to well, stare (I'm terribly ashamed to admit this) what's-her-name opened her eyes. She smirked (yes I said smirk, not smile) and leaned closer to me. I tactfully (might I add) backed away and looked at her weirdly. I knew her type, considering the fact that I date ¾ of that 'type's population. Not that I was picky or anything, its just that, its so easy to get in their pants if they think less.
The 'type' I was talking about is of course the walking, talking mannequins with flawless features whose vocabulary range is no larger than a Dr. Seuss book with of course, and the occasional cussing.
I just smirked my drop-dead-gorgeous (and don't I know it) trademark smirk as a reply and swiftly turned my head so that she got my cheek and a little hair. I just stared her down as she looked at me quizzically.
"I don't like you anymore", I said with the brattiest voice I could muster.
"What??" she gasped.
"You did know right, that your nose is off center?" I said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Of all the nerves!!" she shrieked as I inwardly winced.
As the dumb blonde jumped up, I immediately noticed her boobs jingling as she stomped away.
It must be fakes. I mean, they look like over inflated condoms attached to a broomstick.
She shoved her stick-like foot into the pants and zipped them up in a hurry. I just watched in amusement as she shoved her head up the neck of her t-shirt, fluffing her hair in the process.
"Bye." I said in awful glee as she slammed the door to my bedroom. I leaned back onto the bed and slept like I have never slept before.
Finally.
I just hope that mum and dad didn't hear all that commotion.
Pfft. Like they would dare ground me.
And so, that is how I live my life every single day, getting a kick from breaking countless women's hearts and of course, the essence of my heart and soul, basketball. What difference does it make if the S.A.T's are a week from now? I've got my basketball scholarship to secure me a future with the pros. No Suck-Ass-Test can stop me.
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