Summary: I've always wanted to write my own One Tree Hill starting from the beginning. Recently I was told that I should stop writing in script format, so that people could see my true writing talent. For all of the people who like my story, "What doesn't kill us" it is on a hiatus, until further notice.
He laid there, the music in his iPod, blasting from his heaphones. He raised up the basketball jersey, that read 'Scott.'It had been 2 hours since he won that one-on-one game against his half brother. Nathan Scott laid his head back against a pillow and quickly shut his eyes.
ONE TREE HILL
Karen Roe taveled through her small little cafe, she shot a glance over to her son, who had his head down staring at the plate.
" How are you taking it?" She spoke swiflty, but incredibly soft.
" I lost on purpose." She stared at him, she didn't really have to ask him why, because she sort of already knew his reason for what he did. Haley came from the back, she sort of sensed the tension, in the room and quickly turned around.
" Haley." She quietly turned around and sprinted straight towards him for a warm embrace.
ONE TREE HILL
" P. Sawyer, I'm not gonna have to wake you up am I?" Brooke Penelops Davis, stood there. Nothing else could really describe what she was doing, she stood in Peyton's doorway, I guess you could say, staring? Who knows.
" Nope, just listening to my bad ass music." Peyton used the term bad ass sarcastically. Brooke rolled her eyes and went over to Peyton's computer.
" Nate's on, wanna chat with him?"
" I don't know Brooke, why wouldn't I want to chat with my boyfriend?"
" Cause he's a complete ass?"
" Bingo." That ended their conversation, Brooke got on Peyton's bed and hugged Peyton tightly.
ONE TREE HILL
It was the next day, and Lucas didn't just have to face the school himself, but the devil himself, Dan Scott was in the presence of the students. He suit fit him perfectly, Lucas envied the way he looked, malevolent and vindictive, but he looked that way with a sencerity. Whitey, the basketball traveled across the lawn and looked towards Lucas, it felt like some soft ballad should've played right there.
" Scott." The name burned a hole in Lucas' skull. Nathan looked over at Lucas and then at Whitey.
" Number twenty-three coach, or whatever number the bastard is getting?" Everyone around him shto a confused glance his way, they were all
marveled at the fact, not that he said bastard, but that he said what number Lucas would be getting, getting being the key word.
" I'm not saying we need you, all I'm saying is maybe if we had another decent player I wouldn't have to carry my team." With that Nathan walked away, and put his arm around Peyton, who stared back at Lucas quickly. Haley stood there, she had sort of been there the whole time.
" Listen, Luke I going to the tutor center."
" Do you think Peyton likes me" Haley squirmed at the idea, she didn't want her best friend changing, it was okay when he had a small infatuation with the Sawyer girl, but now he was actually sure that Peyton returned the feelings.
" I don't know Luke." Lucas dropped his head slightly, but it suddenly perked up when Peyton returned, thankfully without Nathan, but now with a bubbly brunette. He recognized her as Brooke Davis, head cheerleader.
" Hello, B. Davis in the house."
" We're outside." Haley corrected. Peyton couldn't help but laugh, neither could Brooke, they both cracked up. "I didn't know that it was funny to laugh at grammatical mistakes."
"Where did you learn that word from?" The gang's eyes shot up to see Nathan Scott, everyone giving him a 'what the hell' look.
"You're changing. Why are you being nice to Lucas and this girl." Peyton didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but the fact was right Nathan was changing.
" Mayeb I felt like slumming, that explains why I'm with you." She lunged at him with all her might, he stopped her and something fell out of his pocket. Enhancement drugs.