Hey, you guys. This isn't my first fanfic (I've written a couple of Harry Potter ones; currently working on the second one), but it is my first One Tree Hill fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Things to cover beforehand: Jenny doesn't exist and Jake and Peyton were never a thing.

"Mom, I don't wanna leave New York!" Rose Scott (technically Gallagher) complained to her adoptive mother, Georgina Gallagher, as her luggage was given to her in her New York City penthouse.

"Do you want to go your whole life without knowing who your birth parents?" Georgina asked.

Rose scoffed. "Why would it matter now? I've gone seventeen years without knowing the people that didn't want me, but wanted my twin brother."

"I know it hurts, but maybe you can ask them about that when you get to Tree Hill. It's only a few months, and you can come back and live with us if you don't like it there," Georgina said in a somewhat comforting tone.

Rose sighed. "Fine."

...

"I'd like to introduce a new student to you all," Principal Turner said as he introduced Rose to her new English class. "This is Rose Gallagher. She's new to Tree Hill High. She's come all the way from New York City."

The teacher directed her yo a seat between a blond boy with squinty blue eyes and a lonerish air about him and a dark-haired boy with dark, friendly eyes.

"I'm Lucas Scott," the blond introduced himself.

Lucas Scott. From what the agency told her, that was her half-brother name. So this must have been him.

"Uh-huh," Rose said, "I assume you heard my name." Lucas nodded.

"Rose, like the flower," a sleazy-looking guy smirked from in front of her. He was turned around in his seat to face her. "I'm Tim. I'm a basketball star."

"Don't let him fool ya," the boy on her other side interjected, a small smile on his lips. "That's a guy named Nathan. But I'm not him. I'm Jake."

"Nice to meet you all," Rose said.

Lucas glanced at the book on Rose's desk. "You read Poe?"

"I'm a dark and twisted creature," Rose said.

"So, new Rose," Tim said, "my guy Nathan's throwing a party at his beach house, and I was wondering if you might wanna come?"

"Tim, don't scare the girl," Jake chided.

"No, it's g'," Rose assured Jake. "I'm a Big Apple Girl. We love to party."

"Great," Tim smiled. "Here's the address," he handed Rose a business card with an address on it, "see ya there."

After class, a couple of girls approached Rose.

"Hey, Miss New York," one of the girls smiled.

She looked the peppy, preppy, popular, promiscuous part that Rose usually avoided at Wicksworth Academy. Of course, at a prep school, there was an abundance of the type.

"Hi," Rose said cautiously.

"I'm Brooke, and this is Peyton," the girl said, gesturing to the blonde beside her.

"It's nice to meet you," Rose said.

"So, which part of New York are you from?" Peyton asked.

"Manhattan," Rose answered.

"Have you ever been to Fashion Week?" Brooke asked.

"Of course, my mom's a big designer," Rose said. "Have you?"

"No, but I'd like to go."

"I'm sure I could hook you up sometime," Rose said as she, Brooke, and Peyton walked down the hall. Then, Peyton saw someone that she didn't seem to like very much.

"Looks like Miss Blue Stars came back," she said bitterly. Her hateful gaze was fixed upon a short almost-redhead with big eyes.

Rose was confused, and Brooke could see that, so she decided she'd help a girl out. "That's Haley James Scott." The mention of a Scott made Rose listen. "She abandoned her husband, Nathan, for a tour."

So, it must've been Nathan Scott everyone was talking about, the other name the agency had given her. Her twin brother.

"That's terrible," Rose said. "Why would she do that?"

"Because she's a selfish bi-"

"Peyton!" Brooke interrupted.

"Sorry, but it's true," Peyton muttered.

...

She was standing in her hotel room later that evening. She rummaged through her luggage, trying to find something decent to wear. She decided on a purple sheath dress.

She pulled her rib-length black hair into a high ponytail. She used as little eye makeup as possible because having pretty blue eyes and long eyelashes really paid off.

The car that her parents had her drive down to Tree Hill was a cobalt blue Ford Mustang. She was adopted into money.

The owner of the hotel she was staying at was her adoptive father, Benedict Gallagher. That was the only reason she was allowed to stay there alone.

She got in her Mustang and turned the ignition on. Apparently she'd left the radio on and P!NK's "Don't Let Me Get Me" blasted through the speakers as she sped down the vacant road.

She reached the beach house, the bass system in her car demanding attention.

"Looks like New York's here," Tim observed as she turned the engine off. She got out of the car, locked the doors, shut her door, and made her way over to Brooke, Peyton, Tim, and Jake.

"Where's Lucas?" Peyton asked, worried.

"I know," Brooke added, "he would've been here by now."

"Maybe he's not coming," Tim said, throwing an arm around Rose. She glared at him, and he retracted his arm.

"Wow, you look just like Nate when you do that," Peyton observed to Rose

"Yeah, exactly like Nathan," Brooke said, sounding like she was thinking of something.

"What's exactly like Nathan?" A fit-looking guy with black hair and blue eyes asked as he walked up to his friends from his car.

"To show up late to his own party," Peyton covered, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, whatever," Nathan said, half-amused. "Who's this?" He gestured at Rose.

"This is Rose, she's the new chick," Tim smiled deviously.

"Okay, sleazeball," Brooke said, "step away from the innocent."

"Who said I was innocent?" Rose joked. They all laughed and entered the party.