Disclaimer: I would love to say that I own Nathan, however I don't. I would love to own Keith, just because I absolutely love him, but I don't. I would love to say that I'm exactly like Brooke minus that entire whole entire slut thing, but I'm not. I utterly wish that they'd boot Haley off the show, but I'm pretty sure they won't.

In a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is; I got nothing.

Please do not sue. I'm not in the mood for a court hearing.

Summary: Everyone knew that Brooke Davis was the town slut; it was only fate that her daughter be the exact same way.

I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Ridley Davis, and my mother is Brooke Davis. Don't ask me who my father is, I don't have an answer. My mother says that it was some random guy that she met in California when she went to U.C.L.A. and to be frank, I wouldn't doubt it. You see when my mom was younger, she lived in this town called Tree Hill (the town that we're currently living in), and she was the town doorknob. You know, everyone gets a turn or something really weird like that. Apparently, my mom wasn't well liked in Tree Hill back in the Stone Age. And if she was, she wasn't anymore. My mom always said it was because the people here were simple-minded fickle folk. I always said it was because they were jealous. Who wouldn't be? My mother's beautiful, smart and successful. Granted she was a slut, but that's just one little flaw. Okay maybe it's a big one but who am I to care? I'm the same way.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. It's supposed to be the best way. I was born on December 25th. Yes I am a Christmas baby. As I already told you my name is Ridley Davis and my mother is Brooke Davis owner of B.R.D. it's a nice restaurant that has a wide variety of foods. My mom owns two in L.A. and one here in Tree Hill. Anyways back to the original programming, I was ten years old when we moved here. I loved my life in L.A. and when my mom put us here I felt like screaming. I hated this town then and I mostly, sometimes hate this town now. I was twelve when my mom asked me if I wanted to move back to L.A. but I said no. Why say no you ask? Well this is how it went.

I was in the cereal aisle of the grocery store when two other women came walking down with their carts. My back was turned to them but I could hear everything they were saying.

"Did you hear? Brooke Davis is still in town with the spawn of Satan at her side." One said.

"I've been to her restaurant before. It's actually quite good." The other woman said.

"Theresa! You don't just walk in there and eat there. She probably poisoned the food." Lady number one said.

I felt like slapping her.

"Bevin, Brooke is pretty cool. I don't understand why you don't like her. In high school you practically groveled at her feet." Theresa reminded Bevin.

I snickered silently. So my mother really didn't lie when she said that people practically worshipped the ground she walked on in high school.

"So did you." Bevin snapped. "Anyways who cares about Brooke Davis she was a slut and always will be a slut. And just you watch her spawn will be the exact same way. Like mother, like daughter."

"Bevin! Ridley's twelve!" Theresa told Bevin.

I was beginning to really like that Theresa woman.

"Ridley? What the Hell kind of name is Ridley?" Bevin snarled.

I rolled my eyes. "What the Hell kind of name is Bevin, you fat cow." I muttered. While they both walked by.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" Bevin asked.

I turned around to look at her. You know for a twelve year old I had one helluva attitude. My mom always said that I got it from her. "I said that you should stop eating so much, it's making you look like a fat cow." Okay so that wasn't exactly what I said, but who cares?

I turned around and walked away. That night my mother asked me if I wanted to go back to L.A. Now if she asked me this before the incident in the grocery store I would of said yes, in a heartbeat, however, after the incident I said no.

"Why" My mom asked.

"Because I want the people in this town to eat their words. And anyways we're Davis's and we don't give up."

That was four years ago and true to Bevin's words I was the spitting image of my mother. Right down to her hair, to the dimples, and to the sparkling personality that people love to hate.

I will be brutally honest with you. Most of the people in Tree Hill High hate me. But I don't care, because I'm used to being hated. What's the fun if you're not hated? The one thing that does suck is that I don't have any friends. I have conquests and people who hang off of every single word that I say, but no friends. But what's the big deal? My mom always said that all friends do is lie to you and betray you. I always thought my mom was right. I look up to my mom. She's my idol, and I love her. She got along fine without a husband or any friends. And I felt the exact same way.

That was until I laid eyes on Lucas Scott Jr.

Alright chapter one is now done. Please leave a little review even if it's to say you hate it. Just let me know. I don't really know what I'm going to do with this. It's like that with every story I write, but I'll wait it out. It's been on my mind for a while. If anyone's done this already I'm sorry.

Anyways thank you all for your time.

Yours truly,

Books. (A little nick-name I picked up)

P.S. Background on Lucas Scott Jr. He's Lucas and Peyton's child.