Nathan Scott took one deep breath in; one breath of that glorious air was enough to make him forget the crappy day he was having. His serenity was soon interrupted when he heard footsteps.

"Ahem," he heard a soft but firm voice say.

"Yes."

"So, what are we supposed to do?"

"Huh?"

"You're my tutor remember?" That's when the crappiness of the day flooded back into Nathan's mind.

xFlashbackx

Ding, Ding, Ding. The bell rang, signaling the end of Nathan's rights and responsibilities class. Nathan wasn't much for giving back, but he signed up for this class because it was supposed to be an easy A. Apparently not; he was failing.

"Mr. Scott, may I speak to you?" Mr. Anders, the teacher, said. Nathan nonchalantly walked up to the front of the room. He always had a way to squeak out of whatever trouble he may have gotten himself in. Hopefully, this time would be no different.

"Nathan, as I'm sure you're aware, you are failing this class," Mr. Anders began.

"Yes," Nathan mumbled.

"Never, in my ten years of teaching this class, have I had a student fail, and you're coming dangerously close. In order to prevent this, I have an offer."

"I'm listening."

"There is a fine student, straight A's in fact, who is in need of a little help. This student seems to be struggling in P.E. It could cause a blemish in this pupil's 4.0 GPA. Since P.E. is right up your alley, I thought you might like to tutor. If you take me up on this and do a good job, I am willing to raise your grade from an F to a C in this project alone. Not counting the other assignments which I'm sure you'll complete. So, what do you say?" Nathan thought about it for a moment. This wasn't his favorite thing in the world, but he really couldn't afford to fail.

"What the hell?" Nathan said. "Sign me up."

"Normally, I don't tolerate the word hell in my classroom, but since I didn't expect you to actually you through with this, I'll let it go. But there is a condition. You've got to meet your tutee today after school in the gym."

"Gotcha," Nathan said with a smirk and left. He may have been smirking on the outside, but Nathan was anything but confident. He was a straight D/F student. He wasn't supposed to be a tutor. It just goes against nature. After school was going to be interesting.

xEndFlashbackx

Looking at his pupil, a petite, honey-blonde girl with curves to die for, Nathan's assumptions were confirmed. Today was definitely going to be interesting.

"Hey, I'm Haley James," Haley said.

"Nathan Scott," Nathan introduced himself rather confidently. Haley rolled her eyes at this. So, her tutor appeared to be an arrogant jock.

"Hey, let's get something straight. This is not my idea of a good time. And since I'm assuming you need this grade, you will do what I say. And right now, I'm telling you to never disrespect me like that again," Nathan said firmly.

"Okay," Haley said sheepishly. She had never been talked to like that before. Normally, she'd beat any guy's butt who talked to her like that. But she really needed this grade so she decided to bite her tongue on this one.

"So, what are we gonna start with?" Haley asked, hoping it was something easy.

"Well first, you're going to change into your gym clothes," Nathan began.

"Hey, these are my gym clothes," Haley interrupted.

"No, they're not. Rule number two, jeans are never appropriate gym clothes. Tell you what, there's a box of old booster club clothes over there. Why don't you get your gym shorts from there?" Nathan suggested.

"Or I could just wear what I have for today," Haley hopefully suggested.

"No. I told you the rules. They don't start when you want them to; they start today. Now, hurry up and get changed, or I'll make you run more than you're already going to." At this rate, it looked like Haley would be running the whole time.

"Great," Haley thought, "I've got a jerk for a tutor. Perfect!!"

"One more lap," Nathan commanded Haley for what seemed like the 500th time.

"How many more?" Haley asked out of breath, stopping and not even caring that she wasn't doing what Nathan said. Damnit, she was tired.

"As many as I say. NOW GO!!" Nathan roughly yelled.

"No. You keep saying one more, but it never ends. And plus, it's not like all we do in P.E. is run anyways."

"One, if I say something you do it. I'm the teacher; you're the student. Two, you are totally out of shape; I hardly call what you're doing running. And three, yes, not everything you do in P.E. is running. But everything you do in P.E. has running in it. So, if you can't run you're screwed. Now that we've discovered meaning in everything, how about you shut your mouth and do what I say?" Nathan bellowed.

"Fine!!" Haley yelled and began running. For the rest of practice, all noise that could be heard were Haley's footsteps and Nathan telling her to run one more lap. Nathan didn't want to change it up because that would require more talking.

Before, Haley had a problem with all of the running she was doing. But now, she was actually kind of glad she was doing it. She didn't have to hear Nathan's annoying voice. When she was running, she moved consistently away from Nathan. And, it was impersonal. Maybe today was a disaster, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Haley kept trying to convince herself.

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"Hey Luke," Haley greeted her friend as she entered Karen's Café after her first "tutoring session" with Nathan.

"Hey buddy. What's up?"

"Oh, I just had my first practice with Nathan, and it sucked."

"I still can't believe you're so close to flunking P.E."

"Shut up. Not all of us in Tree Hill can have Scott genes that can make us good athletes like Nathan and you."

"Well, Dan is our father, so you don't know. Pretty much the whole town could be a Scott," Lucas pointed out.

"Good point," Haley said, and with a high five, was off to the back of the café to put on her apron and begin her shift.

"Hey Karen," Haley greeted as she was putting her apron on.

"Oh hey Haley. How was your day?"

"Oh your know, it came; it went."

"Sounds like it was really memorable," Karen joked.

"Yeah. Oh, I better get going. Don't want to leave the customers waiting," Haley said and took her notepad to take orders.

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"You're late," Nathan said to Haley as she dashed into the gym.

"I know. We got backed up at the café, and I got here as quick as I could."

"That still doesn't excuse tardiness, but at least you ran," Nathan said.

"I'm sorry," Haley replied.

"Yeah. Now, let's get to work. Here's the way the sessions are going to run from now on. You are going to do two laps around the track at the beginning of each practice. If you can do those in five minutes, the practice will center around an actual sport. If you can't, it's running pushups, sit-ups, and other stuff like that. Got it?"

"I don't really like that. Can't we make a better deal?" Haley whined.

"I didn't ask if you like it. I asked if you got it. Now, do you??"

"Yeah, Jesus!"

"Well the, get going. Two laps, chop chop." Haley inwardly groaned and reluctantly began running. Haley pushed herself; she really did. But she just wasn't in good enough shape to make it. She got a time of six minutes, not bad but still not the desired five minutes.

For the rest of this session, Haley ran and ran and did sit-ups and ran and did pushups and ran. By the end of it all, Haley was bored and tired out of her mind. Nathan, meanwhile, sat on the side, read a magazine, listened to his IPod, and barked instructions at Haley. She may be mad, but this was as easy as his community service was going to get.

"Alright, that's enough," Nathan said as Haley finished what seemed like her millionth lap.

"Finally," Haley breathed out. "Now, can I go?"

"Yeah, yeah. But try to practice before our next session so we won't have to run as much," Nathan quipped.

"Fine. Oh and Nathan, is there anything you want me to tell the brother you'd like to forget?" Haley said. Nathan was stunned. Who was this girl and how in the hell did he know Lucas? He was about to find out.

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There's my first chapter. Sorry it took me so long to come up with. I've had a bit of writer's block, but hopefully this chapter satisfies. What do you think?