Chapter 2

Nathan Scott, or the most loved man in the United States and Europe. He was a god to every teenage girl and lonely house wife. His movies weren't even that in depth but he was gorgeous which meant fame. If you were in the business though you knew the real Nathan Scott. He was an arrogant pompous ass.

People assumed it was because of his fame, he let it go to his head but it wasn't anything to do with fame. He had been like this for as long as he could remember. It was his defense mechanism. Instead of risking letting his emotions getting trampled on he trampled on everyone else's. His parent never cared about him. His mother always working, his father always pressuring him about basketball.

Nathan's future had been planned out since he was in diapers. He would go to school, become the king of his high school like his father had. Lead his high school basket ball team to many championships then get a full ride to Duke to play for them. After graduating from Duke he would be drafted into the NBA. The only problem with this plan was Nathan began resenting basketball almost as much as his father, so when he turned 18 instead of going to Duke like was planned he hopped on a bus and showed up in Sunny LA, California.

His father flipped when he found out Nathan had skipped out on his Duke scholarship, but Nathan refused to come home. He wanted to act, it had been his passion all through high school. But a big shot basketball star couldn't be an actor, let alone be in any drama productions at the school. So he waited out, he played ball, pretending he loved it, but knowing that once he was 18 and out of high school LA would be calling his name.

When he showed up in LA, he didn't have much. He had been planning this for as long as he could remember so on his birthday every year he would put all of his money in a bank account for his trip. By the time he left he only had $5,000. Which got you know where in California. So he did what he did best, sold himself. Not on the corner working the streets sense, but the seducing movie producer wives and getting their husbands to hire him for whatever small role he could. And now 5 years later, he was the most well known name in the country. Boys wanted to be his suave charming characters, because he always got the girl. Girls wanted to marry him because he was what they all dreamed of the perfect husband. The lonely house wives, well they just got off on his good looks and his charming personality on screen mind you that their husbands had lost over the years.

Nathan Scott on the other hand, the real Nathan Scott was not his characters at all. He was a player in the worst sense of the word. He never had a girlfriend. They weren't his thing, he took a girl out to dinner then brought her to a hotel for the night. That was the most any girl got out of Nathan Scott ever. If they were lucky he made sure room service was brought to them the next morning. But he was never there to eat with them, he waited until they fell asleep then slipped out of bed and headed out. He was no good at the morning after. Hell he never even tried them, so he really didn't know if he was good at them. The chance of falling for someone then having his heart ripped out was way too high for him to even think about taking that step.

As for sleeping with his leading ladies, well he always did. It wasn't like he seduced them, hell no, Nathan Scott did not need to seduce anyone EVER! They came to his dressing room between sets, and offered themselves to him, what guy would refuse them? The problem was they all thought he would stay with them afterwards, because they were famous like him. So when he never called after the movie was done, they were bitter and they made it known he was a jackass. He was now on his way to his next movie set. It was some romantic comedy with some girl, Brooke Davis. He remembered her from the Oscars. She was cute, but he had heard she never slept with anyone on her movies. She was madly in love with some guy, Lucas Rowe. Nathan figured he would wait and see, they all came crawling to him. No matter what, so chances of Brooke Davis not were slim to none.

He pulled into the set in his brand new red Porsche Carrera GT. He had a weak spot for hot cars, he bought all of them. This week it was the Porsche, next week it would be the Lamborghini. He saw the parking spot they had reserved for him, right next to a sign for Brooke Davis. Right as he pulled into his spot a Mercedes CL500 pulled into Davis' spot.

He hopped out of his car and smirked at the Mercedes, she was obviously was more into the classy car then the sports car. But when he saw the girl get out of the drivers seat, it wasn't Brooke Davis he had seen. This girl was smaller than Davis, she had shoulder length chocolate colored hair and piecing brown eyes he could melt in. Looks like he had seen the wrong girl at the Oscars, he must had mistaken her for some one else. He was glad though, this girl was hot. She had an innocent air about her that made her even sexier to him. He couldn't wait to get into bed with her.

But just as he thought that the Brooke Davis he had seen at the Oscars hopped out of the passenger's seat. So the hot girl wasn't his leading lady, well he would just have to sleep with them both then.

He decided to introduce himself, they would fawn all over him like all girls did.

"Nathan Scott," he said as he put his hand out to the girl driving first. She took his hand but seemed torn. Then Davis hurried around the car and grabbed the girl,

"Haley let's go." She said as she pulled her away from Nathan and towards the building they would be shooting in.

So her name was Haley, but what the hell was that Brooke girl's problem?

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Nathan walked into the studio and nodded to the security guard. he walked past him up to the group of people talking a ways in, he figured they were the director, producer, crew that shit. When he walked up he was greeted by all the important crew, he had been right, the director was there.

"Scott, perfect timing, Davis just got here. Brooke Davis, Nathan Scott."

"Nathan smirked cockily to the girl, thinking she must not have recognized him when she yanked the girl Haley girl away. Wow, was he wrong.

"I know who he is. Mark (the director) this is Haley James. She is my personal assistant. Make sure everyone knows, anyone messes with her and they mess with me." Brooke glared straight at Nathan when she said this. So, she didn't want him messing with her assistant, sucks for her.

Haley smiled and shook the directors hand. She was blushing lightly. Brooke always made a show of her being as important if not more than Brooke was. So everyone had to treat her right, which Haley didn't understand. She tried to get Brooke to just leave her in the background but Brooke refused.

Nathan smirked at the girl, she was blushing, she was innocent, he had been right. They were his favorite, sweet innocent. Thinking people could do no wrong.

Haley smiled to herself. She could read the arrogant ass. He was looking at her like he planned on eating her alive. He was mistaken, she may not be as loud and daring as Brooke, but she could hold her own. Especially around assholes, she grew up with 4 older brothers and Luke.

Brooke smirked, the idiot. He thinks he can get with Haley or me he is on crack.

Not only is Brooke taken, but Haley is known for making grown men cry. She can play with the best of them. Brooke could tell this Nathan Scott was definitely one of the best, but he hadn't met Haley James and Brooke Davis before.

Mark cringed, he could read all their faces, Scott looked ready to pounce on the sweet girl, who looked like she plotting something while Davis looked like she was going to kill Scott. This was going to be a long movie.