A confused Dan stood outside of the Nathan's door. He looked over to the woman standing next to him, speechless as to why his son would react in such a way.

"I, well um…" Dan stuttered to get the words out

"Shhh…" She whispered putting a finger seductively over Dan's lips, "it's okay hun, I understand, now let's go home, you're looking a little overdressed." And with a wink she turned her back and started walking down the stairs.

Inside the apartment, Nathan walked over to his stereo and popped in the Linkin Park c.d…Perfect for getting out all his pent up frustration…he walked into his bedroom slamming the door shut.

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Something has been taken from deep inside of me
The secret I've kept locked away no one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show they never go away
Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played

Hearing the words that were emanating from the speaker, Haley walked cautiously over to the bedroom door before slowly opening it. There was Nathan, sitting on his bed with a box in front on him.

"Nate? Is everything okay?...because you know, if you need sometime alone I'd be happy to go."

"No Hales, stay, there's…there's something we need to talk about."

Haley walked over and sat on the bed, a completely bemused look on her face.

"Haley…you have to promise me that you'll hear me out, that you'll listen to everything I'm going to tell you. No yelling, no leaving, no interrupting, just listening."

"Yea Nathan, whatever it is you can tell me. You know that." A confused Haley replied wanting to know what could possibly have this effect on him.

"outside that door just now was Dan."

"Nathan I get it, you and Dan don't get along, you don't like each other, it's not really a big secret."

"No Haley, no interrupting remember? Well, outside that door was Dan, my ex-girlfriend Trish, and… my daughter, Jenna."

"Your WHAT?" rising from the bed Haley walked out of the room looking frantically for her coat before heading for the door deciding her coat was the last thing she needed.

"Haley wait, you don't understa—"

"see that's where your wrong, I think I understand pretty damn well. Daughter Nathan? You never thought that something like having a daughter would effect me too? God Nathan, I have no idea what goes through that idiotic head of yours but a daughter?"

"Just, just hear me out okay?"

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"Who the hell is this?" Nathan said, he couldn't help raising his voice, his girlfriend sitting right outside of HIS car making out with some other guy.

"Nate baby, I've got some news to tell you." A scared look Trish said. Standing up she had to look up a little to capture his eyes in hers. Her long dark hair fell in front of her face as she looked down at the ground.

"Trish just tell me now. We're done right? You came here with this guy to tell me that we're done. Its okay I totally understand. I bet you're gonna give me the whole 'it's not you it's me' spiel too. But you know what I totally understand the fact that you're a who—"

"I'm pregnant" she said interrupting his rant. Her sparkling brown eyes meeting his. "Nathan, I'm pregnant and I don't think it's yours." She said, tears starting to stream down her face.

"wha-…? I…you…you…"

"Nathan, this is John. My boyfriend, you were just a…a fling. And I just wanted to let you know…you know?"

"Know Trish I don't know."

"We're done Nathan, and for once, it really isn't you. I'm sorry, I never should've started seeing you. I love John and he loves me. And we're gonna have this baby, without you." And with those last words, Trish was gone.

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"I never saw her again until today. Haley you've got to believe me, the reason I never told you was because I never knew whether or not the baby was mine. After she was born, Trish started sending me stuff…"

"Nathan, I'm sorry but this whole thing is too much for me to digest right now. I'm not mad, you've just got to give me some time. Okay? I'll come back here when I'm ready. You've just got to give me time." Haley left, leaving a distraught Nathan left in shock.

Over that past year he had thought a lot about his daughter. Well of course, he had to, with Trish constantly sending him pictures. He remembered the day when she was born, Jenna.

John and Trish Hartmin

Are pleased to announce the birth of

Jenna Ashley-Deborah Hartmin

Born on November 7, 2004

Weighing 6lbs. 5oz.

A little side note had been attached in Trish's handwriting. He unfolded the piece of paper reading it again once more.

Dearest Nathan,

My daughter was born today. You don't have to worry about her, John's going to take good care of her. I've considered this decision for a while and I don't think a paternity test would be a good idea. I'd rather live life pretending that John is the father, but deep down I know that she's your daughter. I know you probably don't agree with my decision and that's okay. Don't worry she'll grow up knowing about you, but not you as her father. She'll know you as one of my best friends. If she ever asks why she has 2 middle names, I'll flat out tell her that your mom's name is Deborah. You don't have to worry about her. John and I will give her the best life any little girl could possibly want or ask for. But please Nathan, don't try to contact us. The last thing we all need right now is unnecessary drama in life. Just remember though, you have a daughter out there somewhere, and on her 18th birthday I'll make sure to tell her who her real father is. That way she can make the conscience choice of whether or not she wants to find you, but please until then, don't follow us. I love you Nathan, and so does Jenna.

With all my Heart,

Trish

Reading the letter again made Nathan physically sick to his stomach. He ran to the bathroom just in time and leaned his head into the toilet, still holding the paper to the side. How could she just pick up and leave the way she did? He didn't love her, he never did. But the person he did love was his daughter. HIS daughter. Thinking about it, he walked back into his bedroom and emptied the contents of the box onto the bed.

Pictures scattered everywhere as Brooke dumped her drawer on her bed, emptying it out completely. Looking through all the pictures of her and Lucas.

"Hey Luke, can you come up here?"

Lucas walked into the room seeing all the pictures on the bed, and grimaced realizing what Brooke had in store for him today.

"We're scrapbooking!" she said clapping her hands together.

Lucas was about to try to talk her out of the extremely boring activity she had opted upon, just as the phone rang.

"Yesss…saved by the bell" he thought

"Yea of course, I'll be there right away." She said hanging up the phone feeling 10 different emotions course through her body.

"Um…Lucas, can we finish this some other time I've gotta go."

"Yea of course…what's wrong?"

"It's Peyton. We've got to go…NOW"