Chapter 2
Entering my Domain….
I walked through the school courtyard and opened the door to the place I liked to call home; Tree Hill High. Everyone turns around and glances at the famous Nathan Scott stroll down the halls with confidence and self-assurance.
I owned the place.
After a few nods and ' Hey's ' I finally reached my locker.
"Yo Nathan, how does it feel to be back home?" Tim asked as he opened the locker beside me.
"Good," I reply the obvious answer.
"Hey I wouldn't be complaining if everyone fell on my feet," Tim responded as he began to chuckle.
I started to laugh knowing that what he said was true. I did have everyone drop to my feet.
Or so I thought…
But sometimes it would be nice to have someone who did not recognize who I was or presently, to have someone who didn't mind who I was. Who didn't care that I was the ultimate player of the Raven's basketball team who led them to victory for the past two years.
The person who is The Legendary and Prominent Nathan Scott.
"So you ready for your last year at Tree Hill High?" Tim questioned me as he pulled out a binder from his locker.
"Hell yeah, our final year and then I am off to UNC," I commented as I knocked fists with Tim.
"Hell yeah," Tim shadowed.
"Hey Nathan," a tall blonde said as she passed by me and gave me a wink.
"Oh what a fine year it's going to be," I voiced as I watched the blonde walk away. "Very promising indeed…"
Though I never knew that my final year was the beginning of having my entire life altered. For the year was going to bring new experiences and discoveries. Discoveries of who I truly am.
Finding who I really am.
Part II
"Hey Nathan," greeted Brooke as she approached my table and sat down beside me. "Ready for another kick ass year?"
"Of course, always ready for the awesome parties and dynamic games," I replied as I turned towards Brooke.
Brooke Davis. Captain of the Raven's cheerleading team and the definition of the Classic American girl. She has the status, the money, and above them all, the looks. I had to admit it, the girl was hot, but I never thought of her anything more then a friend.
Or rather an acquaintance.
For I wasn't allowed anyways, she was the best friend of my ex girlfriend.
Ahha… Peyton Sawyer, the striking blonde I went out with during sophomore year. She really was something…
She is one of the few girls that I'm going to remember once I leave Tree Hill. She was a troubled artist during the day and a buoyant cheerleader at night; an entirely diverse person. Things were great with her; we had sex and made out. That was basically our relationship, no feelings attached or words that were exchanged, just raving hormones. Sure we fought, but I didn't complain once we made up and had make up sex. Although things ended once I said too many ' I'm sorry 's .
Such a disappointment... But it liberated me try new things, or rather do new girls.
I smirked remembering the memories.
"What you so giddy about?" asked Brooke, interrupting my thoughts.
"Nothing," I retorted as I brought my attention to the different females filling up in the cafeteria.
As I glanced around the room, I couldn't help but notice the girl from the morning. The same girl with auburn hair and chocolate brown eyes who gazed at me with a questioning face.
But what a sight she was…
She sat with some blonde boy who I couldn't distinguish because he had his back towards me.
'Such a disappointment, she has a boyfriend,' I told myself, frustrated.
'But when has that ever stopped you?' added a voice inside my head.
And again my smile crept up knowing that it was right.
"Never," I answered as I grinned wider.
"What did you say Nathan?" asked Brooke as she brought her attention to me.
"Whose that girl over there?" I questioned her as I pointed to the auburn haired girl.
"Oh that is Haley James, daughter of Scott and Andrea James. Her father is a computer engineer in Honeywell, though he doesn't make enough to be in the same class as us, resulting in him being in the middle division. She is the youngest of five older brothers and is actually a smart girl. She is in the top ten percent of the class and tutors in her free time," she finished with a triumph smile.
Brooke Davis. She knows everything that is happening in Tree Hill High. She is the Gossip Queen and knows everything about everyone. Except when it comes to school work and things that truly matter she is completely clueless.
"Why do you ask?" she finished as she took a drink of her water.
"Nothing, just wondering…" I responded as I took a sip of my Gatorade.
Just I persisted to stare at her, the figure in front of her lastly turned showing his face. I sat astounded at who her companion was.
"Oh and she is best friend's with Lucas Scott," Brooke added, "your brother."
