Author's Note: Hey, I'm so sorry for the long awaited time. I am at my last week of school and have been studying for finals and doing crammed in projects or assignments from my teachers. But the good news is that after this week, it will be the summer, which means serious updates for all of you. Thanks to all of you who reviewed I really appreciate it. This is my first story so I need all the nice comments that I can get. Again, I'm sorry for the wait. But here it is. It's not my best work but it's something, right? I've been reading nineteen minutes by Jodi Picoult and that's part of my inspiration for this story. She's my favorite author so I would check her books out if I were you. Also, a great band I just got is the cab. They are alternative and they inspired this chapter too. Check them out if your into that type of music, like me. Sorry for all the ranting, I'll let you read now. And also please help me find a BETA! I NEED ONE ASAP!

Disclaimer: I am deeply sorry and sad to say I do not own the right to one tree hill, the rights to any characters except Jenna, and especially sad to inform you that Nathan Scott is not mine. Although I would love for him to be!

Summary: Haley James has always been ordinary. There's nothing special about her. She's ignored a lot at school and even at home. What happens when her world is turned upside down by a mysterious blue eyed jock named Nathan Scott. But when she falls for him, does she really know about Nathan Scott and his player ways, and most importantly about his past. Naley, Brucas and slight Jeyton.

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"Within everyday ordinary people, if you look closely, you can find some extraordinary things." - Joseph Badaracco

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"HALEY!" yelled my mom from downstairs. I swear her voice is so annoying she sounds like a rat. And besides that fact, I think you can hear her from china. Does she always have to call me when she wants something. The only reason she's asking for me is probably because she wants me to do her a favor. And ugh, what am I her freaking slave? And you know she never…

"HALEY ANN!" exclaimed my mother. That doesn't sound good. I better see what the devil wants now.

"Yeah. Mom."

"Haley, there you are. I swear your as slow as a turtle. No wonder why your grades suck. Anyway, I need you to go to the gas station and get the flat tire fixed on my car. I don't have time to do it. I am late to your sister's debate meet and I need to get there soon, so I'm taking your car. And you need to get groceries for this week. You know, these things don't just get done by themselves. Have fun tonight, your dad and I will be out. Your sister will be back at around 8:30 make sure she's okay. We don't want our perfect daughter out and partying, and ruining her life. Like you do. Don't let your friends what was it, Priscilla and Bethany, corrupt our perfect angel. They've already done a number on you."

Oh if only she knew what Jenna was really doing. Hah! No partying my ass. Jenna James is the definition of a party girl. She's lucky I cover for her.

"But Mom. I need my car. I have plans with Peyton and Brooke. Yes, that's there names. Not Priscilla and Bethany. And how am I supposed to drive on a flat? what If I get in a car crash. And for the 50th time, I don't party mom, how many times do I have to tell you that. And Peyton and Brooke are great people."

"Oh please, they are terrible influences… And don't worry, you'll be fine. Just make sure to get the car to the station in one piece. Okay, I'll be home late, bye." My mom said, and with that she went out the front door and with my car, she left.

That's just effin great. Now im stuck with no car, and one with a flat tire. Well, I guess im off to the gas station to fill this stupid tire with air. Let's hope I don't crash the car and die.

But even if I did, I wonder if anyone would care.

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Mobile.

That's exactly where I am. Sitting in this car that feels like the tire just might burst. I can't believe I made it here and not one scratch. Driving this car 3 miles to the gas station felt like a whole life time when the car tire has not one ounce of air. I don't understand why it takes these people so long to fill up a tire with some air. It's been what? Like 7 minutes and counting already.

The air outside is getting chilly. The sky has darkened, and the clouds are slightly gray. It seems as if it might rain. I looked over to the right and saw a little girl playing carelessly with a bright red balloon. I remember what it was like to be that age. Life was simple, carefree, and completely unpredictable. Everything you did was unexplainable and you never had anyone else's weight to carry on your shoulders. I wish I could go back to that life I used to live. Where problems didn't exist, eating ice cream didn't make you fat, and the difference between using a red crayon or blue crayon on your new painting in class, was all that mattered. Everything was so simple back then. Life was never really what it seemed until I grew up. I never realized what the world was really like until my 14th birthday, when my parents forgot all about it.

I spent the day miserable at school and got my first real bad grade. I got a D on an English quiz. I came home late, to find my parents note on the fridge, it read:

Haley,

We went out with Jenna to celebrate her last cheer competition. We will be back by 8. Make yourself some dinner and enjoy. Hope you had a good day at school,

Mom and Dad.

There was no I love you or even a happy birthday wish on the note. That's the day everything changed. The day where life wasn't really what it seemed. That I realized even the happiest of people are never truly happy, the smartest of people are never that smart in real life, and the saddest of people, well they are actually truly sad. They don't put up a front and act like someone they're not. They are real and act like how most other people feel. They don't hide they're feelings and they aren't ashamed of themselves. You see, they tell the truth. In a world full of all different kinds of people, the truth lies behind the miserable ones.

I wish I could be like that. I wish I could show the world that I'm not happy and that everything is not okay. But im too scared of what others will say. The truth is, I don't want other people to talk about me. I hate being judged, and I care too much. But then again, who doesn't.

This little short blonde haired girl was doing something extremely strange. While her mom was filling up the gas tank, she stood there next to her, and it seemed as if she were debating about letting the balloon go. It looked as though she wanted it to fly away, into the cold and miserable sky. But she seemed scared. I think she hesitated to let the balloon go, because she was worried about where it would go. She feared the fact that this red balloon, may not be okay in the sky. That the sky was a big place and that a little red balloon would not be okay by itself. Maybe it needed her, or maybe she needed it because it reassured her that someone or something cared about her.

Then the worst of things happened. Her mother turned to her, grabbed the string out of her daughter's hand , took the balloon away, and let it go.

I looked up and saw the balloon flying in the dark grey sky.

I looked down again and saw the saddened expression on this little girls face. She was staring at the black pavement with saddened eyes. The girl then looked up and saw me. I turned around startled at this girl's staring. I wanted to see if there was something more fascinating behind me. But I turned, and there was nothing. My eyes reached back down to this little girls and for the first time that I saw her I noticed something. That this little girl was not as happy as she seemed. This girl reminded me of someone I knew. The moment I stared into her eyes I realized who I was staring at.

I was staring at me.

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Hmm… which to choose. Snickers or Twix.

Snickers or Twix?

I am currently having a debate with myself over which candy bar to choose. I am in the gas station's run down mini mart. Because after that girl left, I looked down at my watch and realized it was 3:08. Meaning I had been here for about 14 minutes now. And on top of that, my stomach made an extremely funny noise. So when a rain drop hit my face, I had absolutely no reason to be standing out there. So I went for the smart option and went inside. So now im back to my dilemma, Snickers or Twix? Snickers or Twix? I think I'll go with…, hey! Where'd that Twix bar go?

I looked up from the candy bar to find some guy walking the opposite direction, Twix in hand. Great, just great. I finally decide on a candy bar to have it be taken away. Hey, maybe I should get my candy bar back. Im tired of everyone walking all over me. I need to stand up for myself, and get what belongs to me. "HEY!" I shouted. The guy turned around and… Crap! He was extremely hot. I mean, like movie star, famous football player, pro wrestler, NBA god hot. Great Haley, you picked just the right time to stand up for yourself, I muttered to myself sarcastically.

"What?" He exclaimed. I said nothing. I just sat and stared at him in utter embarrassment.

"Uh sorry." I exclaimed. "I wasn't talking to you." Im such a bad liar.

"Well, your staring at me, and directed in my direction. Im almost one hundred percent sure that you were talking to me. So what do you want, a picture, an autograph?"

Huh. I feel as though I have entered the twilight zone. Who was this guy? I had never seen him in my life. Figures the hot guys have the attitude to go along with their perfect looks. "Um, no. Sorry, I don't even know who you are. I just wanted that Twix bar you have in your hand."

" I'm Nathan Scott. Star basketball player. How do you not know who I am? And more importantly, who are you? I think I would have remembered a face like yours had I seen it before."

That is what I call a cheesy pick up line. "I'm nobody , but can I please have my Twix bar back?"

"What, does this candy bar have your name embedded in it. No. And besides, what makes it yours?" "Nobody? What's your real name?" He replied with one of those dreamy smirks.

"Well I was right next to it when you grabbed it and I was simply deciding between Twix or snickers. I went to reach for the Twix and it was gone. So, all I am asking is if you can simply find another candy bar." I exclaimed. Simply avoiding his question about my name.

He sat there, looking pretty dumbfounded. This was taking to long and I had to meet Peyton and Brooke.

"Look, never mind. Sorry, I'll just get the snickers." I reached for the candy bar, grabbed it, and with a smirk to match his own, I walked right past him and said "Bye, Nathan Scott."

--X-- NATHAN'S POV.

Who was this girl?

More importantly how didn't she know me, Nathan Scott, captain of the tree hill ravens. Everyone knew me or at least I thought. What was her name? How old was she? Where did she go to school?

Oh my god, I sound like a whipped boy. I don't even know this girl's name and she already has me thinking about her. What just happened to me.

I mean she was absolutely beautiful, but not my usual type. I usually go for blonde cheerleaders that are tall and fake. But this girl was wearing simple blue jeans and a grey long sleeved tee shirt. And she still looked amazing. Her simple honey blonde hair in a side ponytail. I swear, I had never seen anything like her.

I walked to the front of the store and saw her about to reach into her wallet to pay for her snickers bar. I was such an ass. I should of just let her have the damn Twix bar. I walked up behind her and decided to do something I would never normally do.

"Excuse me sir, but I'll pay for her," I exclaimed to the cashier guy.

"No, im fine thank you I can pay for myself." She exclaimed.

"No really I got it." And with that, I gave the cashier money for both candy bars and walked away.

She sat there staring at me with a surprised look on her face. She looked sort of miserable. Like those damsel's in distress in those movies. I threw her the candy bar, and said "Besides. I didn't really want it all that much. And you still haven't told me your name." She looked down and realized that I had handed her the Twix bar. She sort of put one of those half smiles on her face and looked up at me.

"Thanks, I guess." She said and with that walked out of the store. I stood there for a second, trying to process what just happened. Then, I ran out, trying to catch up with her.

"So that's it. I mean really what's your name?" She didn't even respond.

"ok, number, age, anything?" I exclaimed. For some reason this girl captivated me.

"Yeah, I have all of the above. But none of them to give to you. Look, Nathan, I don't even know you. And you don't even know me. If you really want to know my name than I guess you'll just have to find me." She said.

Then she continued to say " And when I said I was nobody, maybe I really meant it." I don't know why she just told me that, and from the looks of it, she kind of regretted it too. But this girl seemed so sad, and all I wanted to do was comfort her.

"That's impossible." I exclaimed. "Bob Marley once said 'You have to be someone.' " "Trust me, I'll find out who you are, whether you want me to or not." And with that I walked away, and into my car.

--X--

What the hell just happened? I mean, he was so hot, cocky, and extremely mysterious. I can not believe what he just said to me. 'Bob Marley once said…' It kept replaying over and over in my head. What did he mean by that? And why did I even tell him I felt like nobody in the first place. I just met him, it's not really his business who I am or not. But it's really my fault for even telling him that information.

"HALEY!" I looked over and their was Brooke running over to me, I finally made it over to Peyton's house and she ran outside to see me since I Haven't seen her in like a week.

"Brookie cookie!" I exclaimed with just as much enthusiasm. Seriously, right now with everything going on in my life the only time I was really truly happy was when I was with them. Brooke jumped into my arms and we walked up the stairs of the Sawyer house and into Peyton's bedroom. Peyton was painting her nails a deep pink, and I could see the color next to her was called 'Pink-ing of you'. Yeah, that's defiantly what could be described of my feelings towards Nathan Scott.

"Earth to haley!" Peyton exclaimed. "What's up? You look like your caught up in something, are you alright?"

"Hey, yeah, I'm fine." I said with no feeling. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell them about this Nathan guy or not. I mean it's not a big deal but then again I mean it's my best friends, and I should be able to tell them anything right?

"It's a guy!" Brooke exclaimed cheerfully.

Too late, she already noticed.

"Brooke, what the hell are you talking about?" Peyton exclaimed. "Haley!, she's thinking about a guy, I am our official boy expert and Haley's got that glazed over look that means she met someone attractive and can't take her mind off of him." Brooke told Peyton as if she knew exactly what I was thinking, which in some cases, she kind of did. Brooke continued ranting " who is he? what's his name? how old is he? Does he have blue or brown eyes? Does he like steak or hamburgers better? What size is his…"

"Whoa! Brooke, I don't even know him, we talked for like five minutes and half the time we spent arguing over a Twix bar. And besides, what makes you think I would tell you any of that information?!" I interrupted her rant with this.

"Haley come on, just tell me. At least give me his name! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" she said jumping on the bed. "Hey calm down Brooke." Peyton exclaimed. "Haley will tell us when she wants to. Or she will tell us if she ever wants to speak to us again." Peyton looked at me with a smile on her face.

Ok, so I give up. They are never going to leave me alone unless I tell him. "Okay you guys win and his name is Nathan Scott." Uh oh. That doesn't look good, they both turned to each other and gave me sincere straight faces. "What? Hello! I told you, why aren't you happy.? I mean he's hot and an ass but that's beside the point. It's not even a big deal we talked for five minutes."

Peyton finally said something "Haley, where have you been. Nathan Scott goes to our high school. He's like the most popular guy in our grade. He's captain of the basketball team and he's hooked up with like every girl in the school. Don't let his charming looks fool you."

"Yeah, I'm with goldilocks over there that boy is not for you. And how could you not know who he is?" Brooke exclaimed.

"Well see I told you it wasn't even a big deal. I'm not going to like ever see him again probably anyways. I mean I knew he was an ass when I met him, and besides I told you guys over and over, nothing even happened. Can we just drop the subject now." I said quietly. We then just sat down on Peyton's bed and started to paint our nails. "So, Brooke, what's going on with you and Lucas?" Peyton and I asked at the same time. We all laughed hysterically and Brooke went on about their so called 'relationship' and what was going on between them.

But my mind was somewhere else again. I kept replaying Nathan's words over and over again. 'I'll find out who you are, whether you want me to or not.' It gave me chills. He was not like anyone I had ever met, that was for sure. I could tell that there was something about Nathan Scott. Something that no one else could see but me. I should know more than anyone that people aren't always what they seem and that no one has the right to judge anyone else. So who was I to make an assumption about who he was and what he chooses to do in his free time? I have no right to not want to talk to him because people think he's an ass or whatever crap people think about him. All I know is that on Monday, when I go back to school, I might possibly see him again.

That is, if he finds me. But Nathan wouldn't really be looking for me, right?

Or would he?

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