A/N: Hey guys, its me, Kate. You guys may know me from my other story: the taming of the Shrew. I know I've been gone for a while, sorry I've been really busy and I'm kinda stuck with my story at the moment. Anyway I got this idea from a Korean show (of the same title) and I kinda twisted it around One Tree Hill way, it's gonna be really short (like 4-5 chaps), hope you guys like it. It's angst-y and AU, something I haven't done before, so I hope I don't suck that much, lol. So yea, tell me if you guys like it so I know whether to continue or not.

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Would you die for the one you love?

I know I might have caught you guys off with that one; it is a rather intimidating question isn't it but well think about it, would you? Would you fight the fight, swim the oceans, cross the deserts?

. . . dodge the bullet?

I did.

And the thing is you never really see it coming, well I guess you do literally see it coming but you don't anticipate the moment. It just . . . well, happens. You can't stop it, no slowing it down. You face it. You suddenly face the decision . . . is it gonna be you or her? Your life against hers.

So what's it gonna be?

You're given a split second to make a choice, the most life altering choice that life will ever present upon you.

Now that's not exactly fair is it? A split second to decide something that will affect your life from that moment on.

Either go on with it or end it.

But like they say life isn't fair.

Stupid cliché.

Flashback:

"Haley!" I scream but she doesn't hear me. So I make the split-second decision and I scream as I lunge and push her out of the way.

And I know that because of this move I might die. . . Yea, I most likely will die. And I start to wonder if I would have gone through with it even if I knew I would die. I'm only halfway through my question when I feel the bullet connect with my body and I hit the ground.

Thud.

I know the answer.

End of Flashback

I see a bright light. Wow the movies were right, there really is a light.

I'm supposed to follow it, right?

Its glow is becoming stronger, but the urge to ignore it is even stronger.

I think I might stay, so much for being a stubborn ass.

I can't go, I won't go.

I think I'll stay, just one last story to tell.

My story. Our story.

My name is Nathan Scott, and this is how love came to bite me in the ass. (and I mean that both literally and figuratively)