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Jayme stepped off the bus. The bus driver got her bag out from under the bus for her. He smiled at her and got back on the bus.

The doors closed and the bus continued on its journey. Taking a deep breath, Jayme turned around slowly and took in her surroundings.

The beach was across the street, the sand beckoned to her, the ocean called her. Twilight was fast approaching………Jayme clutched her sweater around her shoulders. Shivering slightly, she burrowed into her thin summer jacket.

"Jayme." A dark voice called her name.

Jayme turned sharply to the sound of the voice. A tall fit man stood in the shadow of the building, hidden from the dying sunlight………..almost like a beast in the shadows. Shaking her head. "Yes, I'm Jayme, who are you?"

"Dan Scott, your father, shall we?" he gestured to a black truck.

"Yeah." Snapping out of her daze, Jayme hauled her bag over her shoulder and followed him.

**

Dan pulled into the driveway of the summerhouse. "Is this where you live?" Jayme's soft voice asked him.

"No, I live in town, I just thought you'd be more comfortable here for now." Dan tried to explain.

A deep shaft of pain lanced through Jayme. "I get it." Jumping out of the truck lightly and slamming the door shut. She walked to the back.

"Look, I'm not very good at this……" he trailed off, looking off at the ocean.

"Well let me help you out…..obviously you're ashamed of me…….so I'll gladly stay out of your way." Jayme pulled open the rear door of the truck. Dan touched her shoulder gently.

"I'm not ashamed of you….I just thought you'd like some time to yourself. That's why I brought you here………when you're ready to know me and your brothers, then we'll be waiting……until then. I've left you keys to a car parked in the garage and you start school a week from Monday. If you need something, call me." Dan patted her on the shoulder, handed her a key to the house and got back into his truck.

**

Jayme stood there for a good few minutes, in silent shock of what he'd just revealed.

Looking down at the key, angry tears ran down her cheek. I have no one now…..even my own father….. Wiping away the tears angrily, Jayme walked up the stairs, unlocked the door and walked inside.

Dropping her bag on the couch in the living room, she whistled……must be nice to have money. Walking over the mantelpiece, she saw pictures of Dan, Nathan and Deb. But no pictures of Lucas. That's weird……..I know Lucas is my brother too, so why are there no pictures of him?

Shrugging her slender shoulders, Jayme climbed the stairs, her bag in hand. Passing the bedrooms till she found one that looked untouched by another person's belongings. She put her bag on the bed. I need to go for a drive.

Turning off the bedroom light, she walked slowly down the stairs. Seeing a basketball sitting on the floor by the back door gave her an idea.

On the kitchen table sat a note.

Jayme,

Here are the keys to the car and the garage. If you need anything call me. I'm #2 on speed dial.

Dan

Dropping the note back to the table. Jayme grabbed the car keys, the basketball and her jacket and headed out the back door.

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Flicking on the light switch, Jayme gasped, there was a beautiful black Celica sitting there. Walking around it, as it were a treasure. Jayme forgot about her pain and grief for a second.

What a beautiful car…….slowly sliding her fingers over the beautiful curves of the car. Jayme sighed in ecstasy.

Sliding the key into the lock, she opened the door, tossing the basketball onto the seat along with her coat. She fired up the engine. A soft roar greeted her.

Jayme hit the button for the garage door to open. An oiled glide opened the doors to her freedom. Jayme flicked on her headlights and roared down the driveway.

Time to get to know the people of Tree Hill.

**

Jayme drove through the quiet streets of the town. It was only 8:30. Seeing a sign for a café, she pulled over and parked. Gently shutting the door of her beautiful car and making sure it was locked. She pulled on her jacket, grabbed her basketball and walked across the street.

Noting that the café shut in an hour, she quietly shut the door behind her. No one was behind the counter, there were a few people sitting in the corner, quietly talking amongst themselves. She sauntered over to the counter.

A slender dark-haired woman got up and walked behind the counter. "Hi, what can I get you?"

"A large hot chocolate, extra whipped cream, and a blueberry danish." Jayme looked over at the bunch of people, watching the tall dark-haired man throw his head back and laugh at something. Nathan.

Jayme froze, completely shocked to be seeing him so soon and in the flesh right in front of her eyes. He was the spitting image of Dan, only a younger version. Jayme looked at the other two members of the group.

A slender girl with dirty-blond curly hair and a savvy smile and a brunette with a come-hither smile aimed at Nathan. Her brown eyes twinkled with naughty intentions lightened by a friendly glint.

"Your total is $3.40." Haley looked across the counter at the girl, whose gaze was set on Nathan, Brooke and Peyton.

Jayme blinked, coming out of her daze. "Sorry, had something in my eye for a second." Handing over her bank card, then remembering that her name was on it. She quickly snatched it back from Haley and handed her a five dollar bill.

Haley looked at her oddly.

"Sorry about that, I just…………was wondering if you know where the nearest basketball court is."

"Yeah there's one down right by the river….." Haley handed her the change and her order. "Just go down this road, turn right…." Nathan got up and started walking over to them. Jayme froze, turned around and quickly walked away. The door clanged as Nathan reached the counter.

"What's wrong?" Nathan asked her.

"Nothing……….I just………..something about that girl was weird." Haley was cut off by Nathan's mouth as it gently kissed her into silence.

"What were you talking about?" Nathan teased.

"Nothing……….let's go sit with Brooke and Peyton." Haley linked their hands and followed him back to the group.

**

"That was close." Jayme said to herself.

Slowly she followed the road that ran parallel to the river, looking for a court. Finally she saw one, with two hoops, good it's empty.

Grabbing her hot chocolate and the basketball. Jayme walked over to the bleachers. Setting down her hot chocolate. She took the ball and strode onto the court. She started with a few lay-ups, then completely immersed herself in the game.

Not even hearing the footsteps that got louder and louder as they moved towards her.

The sound of a basketball dribbling on the court, broke her concentration. Turning quickly, she saw a lean figure with a shock of blond hair striding toward her.

"Who's there?" she asked.

"My name's Lucas? Who are you?"

Jayme waited till she could see him. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked at him. He was wearing a grey Ravens sweater, blue shorts and blue Nike sneakers.

"I'm Jayme. I just moved here, I start at the high school in a week. I was just brushing up on my basketball, been a while since I played by myself. I tend to lose myself." Jayme blurted out.

Lucas laughed, "Hey I'm the same way when it comes to playing basketball, I love it. Wanna shot a few?"

"Sure." Jayme strode to the middle and started off. Moving quickly like a wraith, she scored a point.

"You're fast." Lucas told her, watching her move as she played.

"You're not half bad yourself." Jayme laughed. Looking at her watch, she was stunned to see it was 10:30.

"I should probably get going, it's getting late." Jayme said.

"Well see you at school next week." Lucas smiled at her.

"Totally." Jayme smiled and walked to her car.

Pulling into the garage, she locked the car and the garage. Unlocking the back door of the house, she walked slowly up the stairs.

As she climbed into bed………… I wonder, could Lucas be my brother…….he doesn't look anything like Dan……..but both Nathan and Lucas are supposed to be great at basketball.

Jayme took her journal out and started writing about her arrival in Tree Hill, seeing Nathan, meeting Lucas and her new life in general.

I think I'm going to like it here. Closing her journal, Jayme lay it on the nightstand, turned out the lamp and turned over in her bed to get comfy.

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Plz R&R, I think this will be a good story. Tell me if you liked it?

Next Update: By Feb. 10 at the latest. (Possibly sooner if inspiration hits me!!!)

One more thing: I loved Peyton and Luke's little motel scene. So passionate and loving. I love those two. Don't get me wrong I love Brooke and Luke, but I love Peyton & Luke angst even more!!!

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