Chapter Two: America's Sweethearts
Nathan Scott smirked at the expression of reverence on the face of the teenage girl behind the counter of the convenience store he bought his cigarettes in. He was used to it, but it still gave him a kick.
"Thanks," he said offhandedly.
"No problem," she stuttered. Nathan took a step away from the counter, and a familiar face caught his eye; a pretty face with distinctive green eyes and trendy dark hair, with its winning cheerful smile. His girlfriend, Davis Ryan, in her charitable pose. He glanced at the headline-she'd sponsored an orphan in Angola. Like she did every other week.
He picked up the magazine and flicked through it until his own image caught his eye-him in a tux with her on his arm, looking hot in her Vera Wang gown, the one that cost more than she donated in a month.
Nathan lit a cigarette as he walked outside and down the street. He smiled at the photographers that snapped his picture as he walked-Nathan was very glad he wasn't Davis, and didn't have to pretend to be good all the time.
"Dav? Luke?" he called into the seemingly empty room.
"Where were you? God, you smell awful," said Davis, coming out of his bedroom.
"Thanks, babe. You're on the cover of People," he said.
"Yeah, I know. You're in it too. Are we going out tonight?" she asked.
"Are we breathing tonight?" Davis smiled self-confidently as Nathan glanced at her stiff, silicone filled breasts.
"Yeah, right. But we have to leave tomorrow," she said sternly.
"Where're we going?" he asked.
"Tree Hill, North Carolina. To spend the summer with my cousin," said Davis.
"Brooke? Isn't she like ten?"
"Just because Brooke was ten the last time you saw her, it didn't mean she hasn't grown. Brooke's like eighteen. She's going away to school this year," said Davis.
"Fine. Why do I have to go?" whined Nathan.
"Please, what's worth staying for without me? Luke will come to, we'll party with cheerleaders all summer," said Davis convincingly. Nathan shrugged in a way that she knew she'd won.
"Fine. I'm bored," he said. He smirked as she dropped to her knees and moved for his zipper.
"I have a very good way of handling that," she said coyly, smiling up at him.
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Lucas Scott grinned as he walked uninvited into his brother's apartment.
"Dude, you've got to stop smoking in public. You made the cover of "In Touch" again," he called. In moments Nathan had appeared, fully dressed, followed by Davis, who walked out looking quite calm in her jeans and a bra.
"Just need something to fall back on. Some of us aren't comfortable with posing in our underwear for billboards, bro," said Nathan.
"Sadly for me," said Davis. Lucas slung an affectionate arm around her and kissed her temple before lightly squeezing her denim clad ass.
"Sadly for everyone," said Nathan, flexing a bicep.
"Oh, and in addition to you being a chain smoker, you two are engaged again," said Lucas lightly. Davis groaned in frustration and snatched the magazine from him.
"Damnit. Why can't these people get the facts straight? Just because marriage it the new trend doesn't mean we're ever, ever going to do it," said Davis in frustration.
"I have to call my publicist," said Nathan, fishing around in his pocket for his phone as Davis did the same. Lucas laughed.
"See this, right here, is why I don't even try for any kind of romance in LA," he said, as both began to yell into their phones.
Lucas quickly lost interest in the oft repeated rant. He turned to the magazine he'd bought. Nathan was featured on the cover, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, looking broody and intense, smoking a cigarette. Inside were pictures of him and Davis making out at parties, of him and Davis doing charity work, of him posing with his billionaire parents. It was a sad but undeniable fact that Nathan wasn't remotely famous in his own right. Unlike Davis, who in addition to being LA's biggest party girl, was America's golden girl for her charity work and her surprisingly clean image. He smirked at Davis, wearing a modest Chanel suit and reading to homeless kids. If only they knew…
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Nathan turned away from the nameless girl he was dancing with and toward his girlfriend when she pressed up against him. They danced close, their hands traveling each other's bodies as their bodies melded together.
"Someone's been popping pills," he whispered into her ear, as her movements became more and more sexual.
"Just some X. You're no fun," she whispered.
"You're supposed to be the good one," he reminded her.
"I am. What they don't know won't hurt them," she said.
"I can't believe this is our last night here," Nathan said, giving up and allowing her hands to roam freely.
"I know. I can't believe Luke is coming," agreed Davis.
"Why is he?"
"Oh, I told him about what a hottie Brooke is becoming. She is getting hot," conceded Davis.
"She's eighteen? Kind of young, don't you think?" asked Nathan.
"Not really. He's only twenty-two. It's all good," said Davis.
"Is she anything like you?" asked Nathan. Davis considered for a moment.
"To a lesser degree," she said at last. Nathan leaned down to kiss her.
"She sounds perfect."