RECAPITULTE: I have decided to do better this year. By better I mean attending all of my practices and doing my assignments early. They say senior year is the best time of your life. I guess they've never had Dan Scott as a father. Loathe and hate cannot sufficiently express what I feel for this man. It is times like these that I wished I was Lucas.

CHAPTER 3 [part 1]

Haley's POV

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I now have a new appreciation for zoo animals. I don't see how they can go on living life normally whilst copious amounts of people watch on. Then again they do have the advantage of ignorance and the language barrier. Then again there was that theory that animals can in fact understand what we say. If that weren't so, would it be possible to train animals to do our bidding.

I think it is a government policy that all hallways must look the same. That way when one gets lost during their search for higher education, it is within the teacher's right to distribute detention. It is all part of their evil plan to inflict as much pain as possible in the small time frame that we are constrained in these walls.

I think that Hollywood is in on it too. Otherwise they wouldn't be releasing films which falsely advertise what happens in detention. I mean seriously, what teacher would leave a room of detainees unsupervised.

Films are so phony. When in real life will there be a time when there is only one person from each social circle represented and people actually break free from their stereotypes and accept others. When it comes to adolescents, we are weak. We can't stand up for ourselves. We need others to validate our roles in life.

That reminds me, I have to stock up on some toilet rolls for the house. I mean seriously, who doesn't by a sufficient amount of toilet paper for when they move houses, and in a small rural town. Trying to find a grocery store will be hard let alone finding one with the correct brand that your parents want and nothing else.

It seems to me that parents want so much for their children, it's like we don't even live our own lives anymore. Sometimes I feel lik-

Whoa, that was weird. I could have sworn there wasn't a wall there. I mean, yeah, I klutzy, but I'm not blind.

"Are you alright"

I looked up only to meet deep blue eyes. At least this means my eyesight isn't completely incompetent.

"I asked you if you were okay."

Huh? I guess my reverie was longer than I thought. He's is starting to look at me weird. His brows are furrowing in concentration. His head cocked to the side like a stray dog. He's beginning to stare. Oh, right. He asked a question.

"Yes, I'm alright thanks"

That answer seemed to appease his worry. He probably thinks I'm one of those slow people that you have to repeat things in order for them to get the whole message. Then it'll go round the school and I will have to spend my senior year with people explaining everything to me with protracted words.

"Are you knew here"

It sounds like the beginning of a pick-up line, not that I'm complaining. He is cute. You know, how it goes. Flip the hair, bat the eyelashes. Show some teeth, but not too much gum.

"Yeah, I just moved here with my family two days ago. I'm Haley James"

Now here is my dilemma. Do I shake his hand? How does one act in this kind of situation.

"I'm Nathan, Nathan Scott. Remember the name."

It's odd how popular culture works. Then again, I guess now-a-days they are called memes. What I find funn- hmmm. There's something different about him.

"And it's spelt with two T's"

HUH?

"What?"

"Scott, it's spelt with two T's. It's for when you write my name in your notebooks"

That's what's different. He's wearing a smirk. It's like he's done a complete 180. What happened to the friendly country boy I was just talking to before.

"Excuse me!"

Who does he think he is? There is a name for men who think they are god's gift to women. They are chauvinistic arrogant jerks. They are people I don't intend to associate myself with for the remaining of my time high school. I mean just because I'm in hell doesn't mean I want to befriend the devil.

"You're excused. I've got to get going. You know how it is, a new school year. I've got to make the rounds. Remember the name, Nathan Scott, it will get you places."

Oh I'll remember the name alright.

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AN: I know this chapter is a little shorter than my previous ones, but the way I set it out before made the chapter too long so I split it in half. The second half of this chapter is going to be updated really soon, it is about ¾ of the way done.