A world of new possibilities Chapter 2: I Wanna Be A Kennedy, an one tree hill fanfic

A/N: So here it is. The first episode. As a note for future reference all chapter title's are song names. (which again, I do not own).

Also sorry this one took longer to get out then I thought it would. Stomach cramps are getting out of control making it hard to function.

PS: this chapter introduces Peyton, Brooke, Haley, and a little bit of Mouth. Watch for the next couple episodes to finish introducing key characters.

Chapter one: I wanna be a Kennedy

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i wanna be a Kennedy
i wanna be a big heart breaker
live fast and for real
and you can follow it in the papers
i wanna be a Kennedy
i wanna shake hands with heroes
and kiss the girls of centerfolds on the tongue
and die young

"Here we go" Lucas said quietly to himself. He slowly inhaled a deep breath, taking in the warm days sunny rays. And as he exhaled, he took his first steps into Tree Hill High.

The school was bustling with all the action of first day. All it took was a glance around to see who fit where. The Freshman mostly looked scared, except for a choice few who, in classic clique fashion, either had friends already at the school, or knew that no one would give them any trouble. The sophomores would snicker at those scared freshman and glare at the comfortable ones. After all this was their first year that they weren't the scared, unsure ones. They wanted to get over being the picked on frosh by passing that duty on. But they weren't about to be nice to the ones who weren't nervous. What gave them the right to have popularity already?

The juniors mostly looked bored to be back at school, and payed no mind to the freshman. Been there done that. And of course their were the seniors who had the biggest cliques of all. The all looked like they had accepted their place in the foxhole, and just wanted to graduate already.

People were milling about comparing schedules, meeting up with friends, and talking about the best schools back parties for the weekend.

Lucas made his way over towards the schedule pick up line and spotted Haley up near the front.

"Hales!" he cried out at her, as she turned towards him with big bright eyes and a smile that told him she was glad to see him.

"HEY!" she said enthusiastically. "So, have you decided if we're gonna go all breakfast club and shake things up, or will we be pulling a ferris Bueller this year?"

"Hales you wouldn't skip class if the world was about to blow." he snorted.

"Hey now, did you have to spoil my new 'tude? I was going for a totally new, edgy Haley. It's high school right? We get to start over."

Lucas gave her a "You now I'm right" face.

"Okay Okay your right. I wouldn't skip class if the world was about to blow" she gave in.

Lucas smiled at her but was broken from his thoughts by a voice.

"Name?" It barked. Apparently they had reached the beginning of the line and missed the first time the receptionist had asked him for his name.

"Note to self: receptionistbitch." Haley whispered into his ear, as he stifled a laugh.

"Lucas Scott" he told her. Suddenly the harsh lines in her face faded and a bright smile crossed her lips.

"You must be Dan Scott's boy. A huge basketball star I hear. I'm such a big fan of the game."

Haley let out a gaging sound from behind him and Lucas' face turned an unappealing shade of crimson.

"No actually I don't even really know Dan Scott." He stammered. It wasn't an outright lie at least. Sure he knew him, and he was his "father" but he didn't really know him well. And what he did know was that Dan Scott was an ass.

The receptionist's face turned hard again as she lazily thrust his class list at him without another word. Haley was trying her best not to burst out laughing.

"Haley James" she told the lady, only to receive her schedule in the same "hurry up and get out of the way" fashion. This lady had clearly been popular in high school, and was only worried about meeting important people.

Haley and Lucas had a habit of making fun of social climbers. It was them against the world for the most part. Haley had God knows how many siblings and her parents were a little out of it. But though they never admitted it to each other both of them did ultimately want more. They wanted friends they could trust (other than each other of course) and to do something great with their lives.

"Lemme see" demanded Haley, pointing at the class list in Lucas's hand.

He handed it over to her and she glanced at them as they made their way to their lockers.

Lucas Scott. Age 15. Guardian: Karen Roe 403-673-2090

1. Math 1a Honors room 607 Duland

2. Current World Affairs 1a room 502 Seipp

3. Study hall library Hanson

4. Advanced Freshman Lit room 201 Lake

5. Gym " Miller

6. Chemistry room 608 Klopsch.

"Well? How's it look?" Lucas asked impatiently.

"It looks like we have 1 class together. That sucks." Haley sighed.

"Which one" asked Lucas grimly.

"Lit, 4th period."

"Well what else you got?"

"Well I have CWA at the same time as you, 2nd period but I have Peterson. 1st is the tutor center, 3rd is physics, 5th pre cal, and gym 6th."

"That does su..." Lucas stopped mid sentence and halted in his tracks. Haley kept going a few paces before noticing and turning around to see what the deal was.

"Lucas what are..." she turned her head towards where he was looking at likewise stopped in the middle of her sentence to roll her eyes.

"Oh brother" she moaned and continued walking. Lucas didn't seem to notice.

Because standing at her locker a couple yards away from him was none other then Peyton Sawyer. Lucas had known her since he could remember. Okay so that was a lie. Sort of. He knew her, and had gone to school with her since elementary. But that was all he knew. Well that and that she was the girl of his constant dreams. (And he hated to admit, but of his fantasies. He was male after all). She was beautiful and talented and tortured. And she was looking incredibly amazing today.

Lucas was hopping she wouldn't spot him. Or that if she did she'd run over to him and tell him that she thought about him every day. Which wasn't likely.

i'll be brave tonight
either live or die
i'll be brave tonight
standing tall and bright
such romantic eyes
got me hypnotized
and if i had my chance i'd never let you go
and if i had my chance i'd never let you go

He watched her. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. He watched as her long, golden blond hair fell to the middle of her back in a cascade of shiny, bouncy curls. She wore skinny jeans which drew his eyes to her long, somewhat chicken-y legs. Her shirt was a black t with pink and white skulls on it and the phrase "I love you to Death". She was always surprising to him. Her friends were all popular. She was popular. And yet she seemed so... lost. At least to Lucas. And she often dressed very punk for her crowd. She had a Website "punk and disorderly which displayed her art work and live podcasts. It was like an on line journal. And it held a webcam that was going almost all the time. Lucas had to admit he had watched her on it more than once. She mesmerized, and confused him.

Her tall slender figure, was bent down placing books in her locker. Lucas wanted to go talk to her. But what about? There was also another problem. Her boyfriend. And wouldn't you know her boyfriend just happened to be Nathan Scott. As if his life wasn't perfect enough already.

i wanna be a kennedy
i wanna be tall and handsome
i'd conquer the world
and you'd see me on television
if i could be a kennedy
if i could be a big heartbreaker
i'd watch you crash into my arms
with the stars under the barrel of a gun
we die young

Soon, Peyton was surrounded by some of her many friends.

"Well Scott, you missed your chance." he signed and left to find Haley.

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Peyton Sawyer was having a bad day. She should have been happy and she knew it. She had friends, and a secure place in life as far as status was concerned. Sometimes she wished she could have gone unnoticed by these people she called friends. Sure they hung out and stuff but most of them were so superficial it made her want to shoot herself in the face. And it wasn't like she had any friends she could actually talk to. Not about anything real anyways.

But that wasn't what made her day so bad. She woke up in a good enough mood. But as soon as she took her first steps into the high school, it hit her. She was a teenage girl, entering high school, where things were going to happen. Her first formal, her drivers license, her first car, her first job. Maybe even her first time (if you know what I mean). And she had no mother. No female who could relate to the trials she would face, or to joy's she would experience. She was even bummed that she'd never got a comfortable sex talk. Because, well face it, her dad was just awkward. He had tried once before and.. well.. that just didn't work out. Actually Peyton had reached into her pocket while he was trying to avoid eye contact, and set off her ring tone. Then she'd given him an "Oh sorry dad it's Brooke it's probably important.", and has rushed out. Larry Sawyer decided in that moment that no more efforts on his part would be made. Beside school dealt with that stuff at one point right? But soon after Larry had gotten his own dredging company and was out at sea about 20 times for every one time he was home, so he never really got the chance for another talk anyways.

Peyton was drawn from her thoughts by the sight of her best friend, Brooke Davis, and her ever present thousand watt smile. If there was one person in the world Peyton loved more than life itself, it was Brooke. She was a good listener, a good friend, and in an ever lasting good mood. Which sure got annoying when Peyton was broody, but deep down Peyton admired it. She was superficial and the totally typical high school teen queen. To the world anyways. If there was one thing that Peyton hated it was that Brooke was incapable of showing her real self to the world. Which Peyton admitted might be a bit hypocritical (she had the same problem in a way), but Peyton got to see the real Brooke at times when it was just them, and she suspected that the world would love her even more. But Brooke thought that she had to be the everybody's girl.

"Hey P Sawyer" Brooke cooed.

"Hey B Davis" Peyton replied a smile forming on her lips. Brooke could on occasion push bad thoughts from Peyton's ever thinking mind.

"Like my new outfit!?" Brooke asked gleefully as she whirled around to show it off. The Michael Kors Lace mini dress was tight enough that it didn't move much. The already mini dress was made significantly shorter by the pair of white, Jimmy Choo sling backs which adorned her perfectly pedicured feet.

"It's...short." Peyton said, choosing not to say it in a more blunt fashion.

"Is there any other length?" Brooke said seductively with a playful laugh.

Peyton couldn't help but smile back at her gorgeous friend. Yes it was short, but if anyone could pull it off, it would be Brooke.

"So let's see your schedule P sawyer."

Peyton Sawyer. Age 15. Guardian: Larry Sawyer 403-678-5923

1. Math 1a Honors room 607 Duland

2. Current World Affairs 1a room 502 Seipp

3. Study hall library Hanson

4. Advanced Freshman Lit room 201 Lake

5. Gym " Miller

6. Chemistry room 608 Klopsch.

"Well we have a total of 1 class together. Great." Brooke snarked.

"Which one?"

"Gym. The stupidest class ever. I'll see if I can switch into the library for study hall. All your other classes are too smart for me." she laughed.

"Whatever B Davis." and the pair grabbed their bags and headed to their classes. The girls were too busy laughing to notice Peyton's class list fall from her bag and float to the ground.

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"Great Lucas, just great." Lucas mentally kicked himself. The first day and he had forgotten to bring pencils. Which shouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn't had to get the assiest math teacher ever. Mr. Duland had angrily informed him that it was not a good sign as to be so irresponsible the first day and come to class unprepared. While most of the class snickered, Mouth, who happened to have the same class and got seated next to him (to both their enjoyment), offered him an extra one. Home free? Not a chance. The teacher squashed that idea telling Mouth that it wasn't his responsibility to save the drowning fish. Ouch. Then he sent Lucas to the Tree High supply shop to buy a pack. Which sucked because he had just bought pencils at the store. He just happened to have forgotten them in his room desk.

On his way back to class he almost fell flat on his ass. Stopping to see what had caused him to slip, he bent down and picked up a piece of paper. It appeared blank but upon turning it over he discovered it was a class list.

Belonging to none other then Peyton Sawyer. Who happened to have every class with him. Then why hadn't she been in math? Which he guessed wasn't a bad thing, because it saved him from knowing that she would have seen his not so smooth first encounter with Mr Duland.

But more importantly, he had 6 periods with her. 6 hours of chances to talk to her. And he had her schedule. His first official excuse to make verbal contact with Peyton Sawyer. Maybe this year wasn't going to be so bad after all.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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"I wanna be a Kennedy"

Lyrics provided by Kill Hannah

Coming soon: 'Episode 2' "I Should've known" High Schools just starting But Peyton's relationship with Nathan is declining, as she starts to see things she never noticed. Brooke and Peyton try out for cheer leading, Haley takes on her first tutor roll, and Mouth gets a date.