Heya Guys! God I cant belive its been so long! But I hope you're still enjoying the story, although this chapter has no NH, there is plenty more to come, so I hope you rough it out for now and just gain the backround knowledge.

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"Hello Brooke Davis…Sexy hot vixen at your service!"

"Brooke! What have I told you about answering your phone like that!" Nathan sighed, lounging in one of the airport seats as he waited for his PA, Jessie, to pick him up.

"Calm down superstar! Caller ID! Like I'd say that to just anyone!" Brooke smiled on the other end, whilst filing her nails and flipping through the new issue of Vogue at the same time. She was sitting behind the counter at her newly opened Boutique, 'Diva Dolls' it was a little shop along one of the busiest high streets, right in the centre of Cleveland. Every item was unique, hand crafted and made out of the finest material around. Brooke designed everything in the shop, from the cute tank tops to the exquisite gowns, which took pride of place in the shop window. 'Diva Dolls' was never completely packed, her clothes weren't the cheapest, so her main customers were those who had the money to flaunt off the beautiful expensive attire.

"Save it for just me huh?" Nathan smirked, resting the phone against his ear and shoulder, as he searched through his bag for his wallet.

"Please…Like you could have me!" she scoffed.

"I could if I wanted!" he retorted, slinging the bag on his shoulder and heading for the duty free. Brooke Davis had been his best friend for longer than he could remember, they both had attended Tree Hill High, him, captain of the Basketball team, her, captain of the cheerleaders. It seemed like the perfect match, yet neither let it go further. Of course they had tried, with all the rumours spreading around about them, they thought they might as well. But it never went further than a kiss; They had both pulled apart and laughed, knowing that it was never gonna happen. So they remained friends, close friends. When Nathan got the deal to join the Cavaliers straight after High Flyers, he was on his own that was until he bumped into Brooke, who was studying fashion at CSU. Since then the pair were inseparable, sharing an apartment in the city and being there for each other always. Nathan didn't know what he would do without her.

" Down Boy!" Brooke chuckled "So anyway BFF, how was the flight?"

"Broooke!" Nathan whined scanning the alcohol section "How many times have I told you not to call me that! Such a chick thing!"

" You love it really!" she smiled to herself placing her hand out in front of her to admire her handiwork. "So…flight? Good? Bad?"

"Try awful!" he sighed finally seeing a bottle of Jack Daniel's that looked appealing and placing it in the cart.

"That bad huh?"

" Yeah, the food was shit and I sat next to biggest bitch ever!" he bit out, the memory coming back to him, it was enough to make him reach for a second bottle of JD, and then a third.

"I take it she wasn't a fan"

"She hadn't even heard of me!" Nathan found himself pouting; he had made it big now, professional basketball, the Cavaliers, that was huge.

"Aww poor Natey wasn't able to score?" Brooke whispered it out sarcastically; laughing at the fact that Nathan's ego had sky rocketed ever since he turned pro. Before he was a high-class player Nathan always got the girl, he was never short of women, yet when he turned into the major league. He turned into God or something. Every girl was after him, and they didn't know why but they were ready and willing to be his fuck buddy.

"Go on laugh it up!"

Brooke carried on laughing, mostly of his childish behaviour than anything else.

"Ok Nathan I'm sorry…" she sighed, still trying to control her giggles.

"Whatever" he sulked as he passed the tobacco section and was tempted to buy a pack, he had just given up. His basketball physician said if he carried on smoking basketball was out. So he gave up, just like that. If you placed him with an ultimatum between basketball and anything else, his answer would always be basketball.

The line went silent for a while, neither knowing how to fill this awkward silence…

"Oh!" Brooke exclaimed, causing Nathan to temporarily move the phone from his ear.

"Jeez Brooke, do you mind turning it down?"

"Whatever" she chirped, obviously not affected by his moody response! "Guess who I just signed up…I'll tell you Catherine…Zeta…Jones!" she proclaimed letting out a squeal after her confession.

Nathan couldn't resist the smile that crept on his face or the small throaty laugh at his best friend, he was really happy for her. She had tried so hard to break Hollywood and now she finally had.

"That's great Brooke!"

"I know isn't it!" she laughed "her people called and said they want me to design her dress for the Oscars! The Oscars Nathan do you know what this means!"

"No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me!" Nathan shook his head, turning the aisle as he saw the cologne section, picking up his signature scent, D&G.

"I'm gonna be huge! I mean, Catherine Zeta Jones! She's huge! Well not huge as in…well unless she got knocked up by her grandpa again--"

"Michael Douglas…her husband?" Nathan chuckled.

"Yeah that guy," Brooke replied, missing a beat, "Anyway, everyone knows its not what you win but what you wear, and she's gonna be in all the top magazines and its gonna be my name under designer!"

"That's great Brooke really, but I gotta go…" his phone beeped indicating he had another incoming call. Distracted by this he banged into someone, making his cart clang, apologising he headed towards the cashier.

Brooke didn't let this go unnoticed…

"Nathan what was that?" she asked, her brow creased in concentration, "That's bottles banging together…" she gasps slightly, "You're in duty free!" she exclaims.

Nathan rolls his eyes, already knowing what was coming next. "I'm not getting you anything" he cuts her off before she can even say anything.

"How did you—Never mind" she sighs, "Just get me 'Pure Poison'!"

"What?"

"The perfume stupid!" she rolls her eyes, shocked that anyone could not know what that was.

"I told you Brooke…I'm not--"

"Pretty please!"

"No! Now I really gotta go! Love you, bye!" he smiles as he hangs up on his best friend. Leaving her pouting on the other end, before she smiles softly and carries on working.

He remembers he still has a call waiting as he accepts it…its Jessie.

"Your cars waiting outside for you Nathan, George will be coming in to collect you" She informs him politely before ending the call.

He sighs in relief that he can finally get out of this airport. He begins pushing the cart to the queue line, before jogging back to the cologne section, picking up a bottle of perfume, and placing the Dior bottle in the cart.

"Mr Scott, the umm…escorts you requested are just outside." The old man smiled as he placed the last suitcase onto the trolley.

"Thanks George" Nathan replied, slipping on his sunglasses and running a comb through his hair, making sure not a strand was out of place.

"There are also a lot of reporters, you better be careful" George smiled towards him, dressed in a smart black suit, and chauffeur cap. He had been Nathan's driver for 8 years, and had been treated well. Everyone on the outside saw this tough cocky arrogant player, yet George knew that deep down, there was something in him, something that not a lot of people saw…and it was good.

"I always am" he smirked, zipping up his '23' hoodie, Jordan was his hero, such a mastermind at his skill, Nathan would often find days when he would watch his games, trying to pick up tips, and moves. He wanted to be the best and what better way to do that then to learn from the best. When asked what jersey number he wanted he didn't hesitate to state '23'. In Nathan's eyes, It was like he was representing him a bit. "Now tell me…are they looking hot?" He chuckled raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Oh yeah!" George replied laughing, he was old enough to be their granddad, but still, it didn't harm to look.

"Well let's go then!" he grinned heading out towards the terminal gates, pushing the glass doors open. He was instantly blinded by the numerous flashes of light from the bulbs of photographers' cameras. This was what he was used to; the frenzied stalker antics of the Paparazzi, no matter where he went they always found him. Raising his hand up to shield his eyes, he tried to see forward, blinking to adjust to the lights. But felt his hand been yanked downwards, and a small arm encircling his. Looking down he saw a pretty petite brunette, smiling up at him flirtatiously, skimming her tongue over her teeth. Before he could speak to the gorgeous beauty, he felt another arm encircle his biceps on his left, turning he saw this striking blonde, her hair rolling off her shoulders in soft waves. She winked at him playfully as the duo began leading Nathan through the media.

Jessie had pulled through, she had managed to get them to escort him through the airport and not only that but by the looks of it, she managed to get the two best looking ones too. Nathan gleamed down at the two women on his arm; they were dressed in their traditional outfits, super short orange hot pants, with the white vest top, proudly proclaiming "Hooters" across they're breasts. He had signed a deal with them 3 years ago, on that contract it stated that Nathan would be paid a crazy amount of money, as well as having the 'Hooter' girls attending any where he chose.

They were nearing the car now, the shiny black limousine was pulled up right outside the entrance, Jessie stepped out trying to usher the paparazzi away from the vehicle, as George packed up the suitcases and headed toward the driving seat. Nathan began to slide into the comfortable leather seats, about to bring the Hooter girls in too, when Jessie pushed past them and closed the door, shouting for George to go in a rather stern matter. Before Nathan could open his mouth to protest, the car had picked up speed and was now zooming towards the exit and out onto the high way.

"What the hell was that?" Nathan practically screeched, frustrated that his PA, who was supposed to do everything HE told her, was now controlling him.

"What the hell was what?" she replied matter of factly, Jessie was not the type of woman to be pushed around, especially by a man like Nathan Scott. She did her job, and she did it well, she was always able to attend to any special request Nathan threw at her and she always did it with a smile on her face, although some times she had to restrain herself from wiping that stupid smirk off his face!

"You sent them Hooters away! Why?" he screwed, those girls were hot, and a guaranteed pick-me-up after the flight from hell.

"Because Nathan, you cant concentrate with them here." She spoke, with him nodding his head slightly in reluctance, "And do you really think you could turn up at home with them two bimbos?" she rose her eyebrows at him.

Nathan rolled his eyes, throwing his head back against the headrest, "Fine…ok you're right." He sighed, reaching over to the mini-bar and pulling out a nice cold beer.

"Nathan, we need to discuss your contract" Jessie breathed, this was always a touchy subject, but it had to be addressed.

Nathan ran the cool bottle over his forehead, "what about it?" he bit out, although he knew what she was going to say.

Jessie approached this carefully, she really wasn't in the mood for angry Nathan, "look…you're not exactly getting any younger--"

"Thanks!" he scoffed.

"You know what I mean Nathan!" Jessie placed her head in her hands, letting out a small groan, " your 32, and I'm sorry to say this but you've got to start thinking about retiring."

"Nathan rose his head to look towards his PA, cocking it to the side slightly, "Michael Jordan was 32 when he got back into the game, I'm at my height now why would I give that up?"

"Don't you want to start new things? Nathan your whole life has been about basketball! Don't you want a family? Something to be proud of?"

Nathan stared at her incredulously, "Something to be proud of?" he repeated, "How about winning the NBA Most Valuable Player award three seasons in a row? Or the MVP triple crown? Or being a part of a team that's won the NBA five times?" he ticked off the achievements on his hand, "My whole life has been dedicated to this game, the constant pressure on my back to put a ball through a hoop. I'm better than most of those young punks out there, so why should I quit? I worked hard to get where I am now, so I'm sorry if I'm not in a rush to give it up." He bit out, keeping his glassy eyed glare on Jessie before resting his head back again.

Jessie looked at him and sighed, there was nothing she could do to get him out of this bad mood. The rest of the journey was made in silence; both were relieved when George had announced they were here, that Nathan jumped out of the limo immediately.

"Are you sure you want to stay here Nathan?" Jessie asked, Nathan nodded his head in the affirmative. George smiled at him softly before patting him on the back, leaving his bags at his feet.

Jessie smiled at him, as she backed up towards the car, "I'll call in a couple of days Nathan, maybe I can fit in some charity functions or something?" she shrugged her shoulders, as he just stared back at her with no reply and no emotion on his face. "Yeah…" she sighed, "Um... so enjoy it" she told him quickly before jumping in the limousine and going.

Nathan stood anxiously at the door, it took him a couple of minutes to build up the courage and press the doorbell, once he did his head bowed down and he began fiddling with his hands.

After a couple of seconds, a pretty woman opened the door, "Nathan" she breathed out, blinking to push back the tears.

"Hey mum." He whispered, staring up into her face now, which was covered in worry lines, but her eyes still sparkled as she pulled him into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're home!" Deb mumbled into his shoulder, both not wanting to let go, Nathan slowly released his tight grip on his mother, holding her elbows, he asked her the question that made him travel all this way…

"How is he?"


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