The weekend had rolled in, and Saturday in Tree Hill yet again and as always was beautiful and sunny. The week had gone by so quickly for Nathan, but it was always like that for him ever since Jill had come to town. The two were practically inseparable aside from the nights he actually dragged himself home to sleep in his own bed. Her parents were home this weekend and he didn't feel like encountering them at the moment, especially her father also known as his principal. He was sort of intimidated by the older figure, you could say.
It was nine in the morning in the Scott household and Nathan was getting ready to go play a little ball with Lucas at the River court. Jill was with Peyton at school. He thought it was ridiculous to be at school on a Saturday, but the two had to work on their mural and today was the only day they could do it without all the hustle and bustle of student traffic. It was too hectic during the week with students everywhere and homework to do so the girls asked permission to work on their masterpiece today. Besides, true artists need not be distracted. Jill had invited Nathan to come along but he had strict rules on not entering school property on weekends unless it was for school pranks and basketball games, other than that he vowed to stay clear. She understandingly obliged. He would've been bored out of his mind if he came because all he'd be doing while the girls painted was watch, and what fun was that? Jill liked to solely concentrate on what was in front of her, especially when it came to art. Peyton felt the same way, which is why the two girls felt they bonded so well, their love of art as well as their passion for it.
"Yeah I'm on my way, be there in like 10 minutes," Nathan was on the phone with Luke as he walked down the main staircase.
At the bottom awaiting him was none other than Dan the man himself. He was holding his morning coffee in one hand and in the other his morning paper. He truly was the epitome of an all American father, on the outside that was. Him in his well-pressed suit, with his best coffee and paper, in his lavish house with wife and son. It seemed all too perfect, but all who knew Dan too well knew it was far from it.
"Where you going son?"
Nathan looked at his father once he reached the bottom of the staircase, "out to play ball with Lucas," he spat out irritably.
Nathan hated it when his father asked him questions, like he gave a damn. To Nathan it was Dan's way of trying to play perfect father, which he wasn't.
Ignoring his son's attitude Dan sipped his coffee, "Well be sure to come home early. I'm having a couple of people over and I want you here."
"I don't feel like it."
"Well it's more of an order than an option," taking another sip, "so be home at oh four so you can wash up and be dressed before they get here."
Nathan was becoming more irate, "What if I have plans?"
"Well then I suggest you cancel them because like I said you're going and that's that. Besides this would benefit you and your ball career so I expect you to be here."
"Whatever."
"You know I do this for your own good Nate, why do you always have to take it so negatively?"
"I said whatever, what more do you want from me?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe a 'thank you' or some sort of recognition would be a start."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Nathan spat out before opening the door and shutting it behind him.
Dan was now alone in the foyer still with his coffee and paper in hand. He took another sip as he stared at the front door, before heading into the kitchen.