The sun glistened off of the chocolate hair colored beauty as she exited the baby blue Volks Wagon Buggy- one of the many cars that her parents had spoiled her with- this year anyway. She slammed the door angrily, it was a Saturday and she was at school, and she wasn't even getting paid! She had gotten stuck with a Saturday detention, which she didn't even deserve in the first place. She groaned whiningly as she locked her car with her automatic car keys. Her black Jimmy Choo heels clicked-clack against the rough pavement of the parking lot of Tree Hill High.
Just as she was about to reach the sidewalk a car pulled up right in front of her, barely hitting her legs. "Jesus Christ watch where the hell you're going!" Brooke yelled to the familiar girl who was driving, giving her a dirty look before walking off into the school's entrance, tutting as she did so. As she entered the school library she noticed that she was the only one there so far, she sighed, taking a seat in the front row getting her nail filer from her purse and filing her nails boredly. This is going to be a long day.. She thought to herself as she looked up to see another person enter the room.
Anybody driving down the empty streets of Tree Hill on that cold Saturday morning would have seen her. They would've been blinded by her honey blonde curls bouncing up and down to the deafening music she was blasting through her powerful car stereos. She turned the music up louder and sung out the words to Jamie's Crying by Van Halen…and not very well at that. "Shit.." She muttered as she dropped the cigarette she had been smoking on the floor of her car.
As she leaned down to pick it up she slightly lost control of the car, hitting the brakes as fast as she could with her hand, she looked up just in time to be yelled at by none other then Brooke Davis, the most (gag me) popular girl in school. She had practically everything handed to her on a silver platter and it made Peyton sick. How they were ever friends she'd never know.
She rolled her eyes at her and picked up her cigarette, throwing it out of her window and onto the ground. She stepped out of the car and hugged her leather jacket around her tighter then before, stuffing her hands in the pockets at well. She looked up at the sign that hung above the school and chuckled lightly to herself, 'Welcome to Tree Hill High: Where every student is a star!'. "Spare me" She muttered to herself before walking into the school, looking at her black Chuck Taylors as she did so.
When she reached the library she spotted Brooke again and let out a laugh of disbelief. "And here I was thinking you were here for Pep Club" She said sarcastically as she walked over to the back row and plopped down on a chair. As she took out her sketchbook to draw- she heard the creaking of the library door being opened and looked up to see who victim number three was.
A black mustang convertible skidded to a halt, taking up two handicap parking spaces as it did so. He stepped out of the car wearing white and blue Nike sneakers, which matched his white and blue Tree Hill High lettermen's jacket, which he had received for basketball of course. He walked along the somewhat deserted parking lot as the faint sounds of Eminem's new CD can be heard through the headphones that hung loosely around his neck. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his vibrating phone, 'Dad' was flashing against the caller ID. "Sorry Pops. Didn't feel it vibrate" He said closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket.
As he walked towards the entrance of the school his legs ached from the 10-mile run that he was forced to take a few hours earlier. He stopped himself as he noticed an unfamiliar girl sitting in the passenger seat of a very worn out Volvo and he smirked to himself as he watched her sit there and take it while what seemed like her mother- screamed at her, and loudly at that. He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and walked past the car, ignoring the stares of the girl who he had been watching before. It didn't matter anyway, he was used to girls staring at him. After all he was Nathan Scott: Captain of the basketball team and the most popular boy in school.
As he walked down the empty halls of Tree Hill High he turned his Ipod off and stuffed it into his book bag, not wanting to risk the chance of confiscation. He turned the corner to the library entrance and opened the door, cringing at the creaking sound it was making, he looked up to see two familiar faces and let the door close with a loud THUD. He nodded to Brooke and walked over to her. "Is this seat taken?" He asked her which in return Brooke shook her head, not looking up from filing her nails. He looked around the room as a lock of blonde curls caught his eye.
He had seen her around before sure, she was always either by herself or with this weird Anna girl whom he didn't really know that well. He sighed as he examined her, she wasn't ugly, hell she was better then decent- but Nathan would never go out with a girl like her.. She wasn't like him, Brooke was like him…since they were from the same crowds and all. Infact, they had dated the year before for a couple of months, it wasn't anything serious- basically just a bunch of fights and the occasional make up sex. He chuckled at his thoughts and put his head in his hand, not bothering to look up at the person who had just walked in.
"Mom I know ok! It'll never happen again I promise" The young brunette said as she turned to face the older woman in the driver's seat. "Don't you dare raise your voice to me young lady! You are a straight A student and I'll be damned if you throw that…" But that was all she heard of her mother's retched speech as her thoughts drifted towards Day Dream Land. There he was, Nathan Scott: Every girl's dream. When he walked it was as if he was walking in slow motion, like in one of those romantic movies when the perfect guy comes into the picture. She found herself staring at him with a blank expression across her face. He would never notice her. No one would ever notice her for that matter; she was a nerd, a nobody. She watched as he stopped in front of her car and her heartbeat quickened as he turned to look at her.
She caught his eyes for a little less then a split second before looking down and becoming oddly fascinated with her left shoe. Oh God he was looking at me.. I must look like such an idiot! She thought to herself as she hyperventilated in her car, seriously thinking about putting her head between her knees like they had taught her to in health class. Ok just look up- and smile at him…but nothing creepy! She told herself. She took a deep breath and raised her head, smiling like some sort of physco killer who had broken out of jail, but to her dismay- he was no longer there. She made a verbal note to kick herself later for being so dumb before her thought were torn away from her by the returning shrill voice of her mother. "HALEY ANN JAMES DO YOU HEAR ME!" Haley nodded almost immediately, "Yes mom ok..I gotta go I'm gonna be late" She said and ran out of the car, slamming the door behind her before her mother could even begin to protest.
She walked down the school halls, examining the bulletin board as she did so. 'Best Student Roll Model: Haley James", it read along with a picture of Haley herself. She smiled proudly, but that only lasted several seconds before she noticed that someone had drawn a mustache on her. She sighed sadly as she continued her journey to the library and walked in as quietly as possible seeing that she wasn't the first one. And there he was, just sitting there not even knowing what he did to her, to her heart.
She stood there for what seemed like seconds but was really along the lines of 2 minutes when she was snapped back into reality by a very rude Brooke Davis who was sitting next to the man of her dreams. "Uhm..ew you're like..staring" She said causing Haley to mutter an apology embarrassedly while looking down at her loafers and walking over to a deserted table near the middle. She turned around to come face to face with a blur of blonde curls and an understanding smile. "Don't mind her- daddy couldn't get his princess out of detention so she's taking it out on everyone else" The girl said causing Haley to smile softly then turn back around- just in time to see the next person walk in.
Chains jingled with every footstep that he took, causing many views from people who were crazy enough to be awake on Saturday morning. He flipped off this one woman and her son who had been eyeing him as if he were some sort of criminal- which he pretty much was. He laughed as the woman covered her son's eyes in disgust and walk away, probably talking to her son about how, 'that's the kind of young man you do NOT want to end up like!', he laughed again in spite of himself before taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it with his zippo lighter, which he jacked from a guy on the subway.
As he inhaled the smoke he turned the corner to come face with a familiar black mustang convertible and grinned mischievously while taking his pocketknife out and dragging it across the flawless paint, making a 'nails on a chalkboard' type sound. "Sorry bro.." He said as he took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the wind. It was his fifth Saturday detention in the last two months and no matter how many pointless speeches he had to suffer through from Principal Turner- he still hadn't learned his lesson.
He was a bad boy, a smartass- and everyone knew it. He was Lucas Scott and everybody knew about him. It was as if he was popular in his own little way, except he hated all the jocks and cheerleaders with a passion- he had his own crowd and then were known as the dopers, or the burnouts- however you want to put it. He was the evil Scott brother and most people were afraid of him, and he didn't even give a shit. He swung the school door open before tossing what was left of his cigarette to the ground and walked down the halls, his black combat boots squeaking along with him.
He passed the bulletin board and laugh to himself, remembering when he drew the mustache on that no good suck up Haley Johnson or whatever her name is. He stopped by his locker and opened it, digging through a bunch of different things. He grinned when he found what he was looking for. "Hello Pamela" He said as he took out his playboy magazine and then shut his locker. He tucked the magazine into his large leather coat and turned the corner into the library, "Morning bitches" He said as he saw that he wasn't alone and grinned, taking a seat behind Brooke and Nathan.
Principle Turner turned to Lucas and gave him a dirty look. "So glad you could join us. And that's another Saturday detention" He said as he handed out paper and pencils to everyone. "It is now 7 am..you have until 3 pm today to write an essay on who you think you are, why you're here, and what you can do to change" He grinned, flashing him his coffee stained crooked teeth. "You little shitheads are all mine for the next 8 hours. There will be absolutely NO moving, NO talking, NO eating" He said as he snatched an apple out of Haley's hand, who looked up at him fearfully. "And NO talking". "You said that twice" Muttered Peyton who rolled her eyes when he stared at her. Brooke raised in hand in annoyance. "Yeah when's lunch?" She asked as Principle Turned turned to her. "Lunch is at noon and it's half an hour. NOW- I'll be in my office..get writing" He said before turning and leaving the library, with a chair placed in front of the door to keep it open.
Lucas grinned and walked over to the door, moving the chair and letting it close. "Let the games begin" He said as he lit another cigarette and leaned against the wall.
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