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well i said i would wait for 3 reviews, but i thought you guys might want to get used to my writing style before posting a lot of reviews.
kaila5707: thankss so much for your review :) it meant ah-lott to mee. and thanks for the idea!
so here's chapter 2 :) it's pretty long but hope you guys like that!!
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Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Do you feel like a man,
When you push her around
Do you feel better now,
As she falls to the ground
Well I'll tell you my friend
One day this world's going to end
As your lies crumble down
A new life she has found
Princeton, New Jersey 10:37 AM
Lucas Scott
"Welcome to Princeton University, how may I help you?"
"I'm Lucas Scott. I'm here to pick up my class schedule," The tall blonde figure stood in front of the desk, with bags in hand and gorgeous mist blue eyes looking around the brightly lit campus of Princeton University.
"Okay Lucas I'm just going to need your birthplace and birthday and you'll be all set," The dirty blonde haired lady handed out a small slip of paper.
Birthplace: Tree Hill, North Carolina
Birthday: May 24, 1989
While Lucas wrote Tree Hill, North Carolina, he found himself missing the freshly trimmed grass, and soft breeze of the every-season wind blowing through his window. Then he started to miss his house, which lead to missing his mom. No matter what he though of, it all lead back to missing Tree Hill. He missed his brother, Nathan the most. Just a few years ago, the siblings put aside their past and have created a new relationship with each other. Haley James Scott was another name he missed hearing. Haley was Lucas's best friend and Nathan's fiancé. Haley was almost like Lucas's sister, and now that her and Nathan were getting married, that would be official.
Peyton and Brooke? That was a whole different feeling inside of Lucas. He missed the two gorgeous, kind-hearted girls who were always there for him. That was before he slept with Peyton. While he was going out with Brooke. After weeks of apologizing and trying to forget the past, Brooke and Peyton decided to let it go. Which didn't necessarily mean forgiving Lucas. No matter how hard the three of them tried, nothing was going to be the same for them again.
"You're all set, Mr. Scott. You're dorm is up the stairs, third door on the right," The kind lady held out a few pieces of paper and a key.
"Thanks," Lucas smiled kindheartedly, took what the lady had handed him and made his way to the stairs.
He looked out the window in the middle of the stairs and stared into the blue sky of Princeton, New Jersey. This was definitely not Tree Hill. He could see the city for miles and miles, where in Tree Hill the only mile he could see was the gas station sign a few meters away. He felt scared, but excited at the same time. He didn't know anyone here, but on the other hand, no one knew him either. No one knew of his past in Tree Hill, he was unlabeled. Anonymous. Lucas was planning on staying that way.
He walked up to the dark maroon hallway and counted the doors on the right until he got to his dorm.1407. Lucas checked to make sure that was the number on his key and opened the door. To his surprise, there was a polo-wearing guy in the room.
"Hey, you must be Lucas," the brown headed guy held out hand, welcoming a shake.
"Lucas Scott. I guess I'm your roommate then?" He dropped his bags next to the empty bed, which he assumed was his.
"Name's Michael Silento. I came from New York City," He got back to sorting his clothes in his drawers.
"New York City? I have two friends living there right now," He immediately regretted mentioning that. He'd gone a few minutes without thinking of Peyton and Brooke. Not to mention, Peyton left without saying goodbye. Just as well, saying goodbye to her would be just too hard.
"You don't say. Anyone I might know of?" He turned his head and seemed to be more focused in the conversation.
"Um, well you might know one of them. Brooke Davis? She's a model for Vogue," Lucas turned his head in disgust. He smelled Michael's Polo perfume so strongly. He was surprised he couldn't smell it from outside.
"Brooke Davis. She's a hottie. That's all I have to say," He laughed at his own comment and went back to folding clothes.
"Yeah," Lucas laughed. "She's my friend back from Tree Hill,"
"Really? It must be hard to keep off her, huh?" He laughed again, this time a little softer; afraid he might've insulted someone.
"Well we actually used to date," Lucas replied shyly.
"No way, man!" Michael walked over to Lucas gave him a friendly slap on the back. "How was she? Did you guys…?"
"Dude, totally inappropriate don't you think?" Michael held up his hands apologetically.
Lucas turned back around and started unpacking his t-shirts and cargo pants. He unfolded his favorite pair of jeans that Haley had gotten him before he left. A slip of paper fell out from the jeans and Lucas leaned down to pick it up. It was a letter addressed from Haley. Without remembering Michael was right there, he opened the letter.
Lucas,
I'm sorry for writing this letter and not telling you about it to your face. I guess I just felt ashamed.
I just wanted to tell you this because you know I never lie to you about anything. Nathan might've told you already, but I felt like I owe you my explanation. The night that Taylor came to Tree Hill, I was at the train station. With Chris. Don't judge me on this Lucas. I was trying to follow my music career. Well I suppose Nathan told you that Chris wanted me to go with him to New York. But before I left, I kissed him. Actually he kissed me. But I didn't back away. Which made me feel guilty. I thought I saw Jake Jagelski in the corner watching us, but I wasn't sure if it was him.
Either way, I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else. Which you probably already have. And yes, I told Nathan just a few days ago. He said he didn't care about the past anymore, but he's still acting weird around me. If you could talk to him about it, that'd be great. I miss you a ton! Planning weddings are hard, you know? The good thing is by the time I'm done with this one, I'll be able to plan yours. Hope you're having a great time in New Jersey. If you see Peyton or Brooke before the wedding, give them a hug for me. Wait forget I said that cause it'd be awkward for you. Just tell them I said hi. I'll do the hugging myself.
Good luck in Princeton!
Love always,
Haley James Scott
Lucas folded the note back and shoved it in his backpack. He figured, he'd write one back on email since he didn't have any pants to send to Haley.
"Hey man, have you heard of the rumor?" Michael turned his attention back to his roommate.
"Nah what's the rumor?" The blond quickly hid the letter and got back to organizing his shirts.
"Oh dude, it's too scandalous. Even for guys," the brunette smiled mischievously.
"I can't believe you just said scandalous. You sound like a Gossip Girl," Lucas laughed at his new friend. "Just tell me the rumor,"
"Okay well there's this new girl. And rumor has it that she was sent here because she was a druggie at her old school," Michael said as softly as he could.
"No way. How did Princeton accept her?" Lucas tried to sound interested but Tree Hill was the city of scandalous rumors. Nothing surprised him these days.
"Well it turned out that one of the Princeton Alumni bought from the same dealer as that new girl. So the new girl was afraid she wouldn't get accepted so she went to the dealer, and the dealer talked to the Alumni guy and forced them to accept her or else the Alumni guy would be cut off for life," Michael walked closer to Lucas so he would whisper.
He was wrong. That was one thing that surprised him. What kind of girl does that? Sounds like something a Tree Hill girl would do.
"Wow," that's all Lucas could say.
"That's not the best part. Turns out she's smart as hell," Michael returned to his normal voice.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Lucas felt more intrigued and dropped his shirts and sat over by the desk to give his legs a rest from walking around the campus the whole day.
"A bunch of my friends and I are on scholarship. The thing is if the teachers notice someone else that deserves the scholarship more than us, they take away the lowest scholarship and give it to that person," Michael's voice sounded gloomier than usual.
"You're kidding right? I'm on scholarship too," Great, Lucas thought. First day of college and something bad has already gotten into me.
"Well today's your lucky day," Michael threw a packet of papers to me.
Really? I don't feel very lucky.
"This packet is the plan," he turned his face to Lucas in a very serious way.
"Plan? What plan? This isn't 007," Lucas laughed at the thought of being a spy on the first day he got to Princeton.
"The plan to get the little druggie out of this school. This is our school, not a school for some drug student. Who knows? She might be dealing too," he shrugged his shoulders.
"Right. Like this girl is just gonna start randomly dealing out drugs," He couldn't believe his roommate actually did this kind of stuff.
"You never know. But I do know she's going to be taking someone's scholarship. Either yours, or mine," Michael did sound pretty convincing.
Lucas flipped through the packet and saw detailed drawings of maps of the girl's dorm rooms. He flipped to the last page where there was names of guys, probably Michael's friends, positioned around the same detailed drawing of the girl's dorm room. He saw his name there.
"Why is my name there?" Lucas asked suspiciously.
"Every student who has a scholarships' name is on there," Michael didn't turn around to answer.
"How'd you know I'd say yes?" He had a mysterious look on his face.
"Turns out I'm the schools most persuasive person," Lucas's roommate flashed a toothy grin.
Before Lucas could say anything, there was a knock at the door.
"It's the other scholarship kids," Michael walked over to answer the door.
He introduced them all to Lucas and explained the plan exactly how it was said on the packet.
"Are you all ready? 6:00PM exactly at the front of the dining hall. We take ten minutes tops to walk over to her dorm. And the plan goes on from there. Any questions?"
He sounded like the President the way he arranged everything so seriously. None of the guys said anything.
"Then let's do this. Game on, boys,"
This was no game, Lucas thought. Basketball was a game. Busting a druggie was definitely not a game.
So how did you like ittt? :)
better then the first?? worse? the sameee?
if you have any ideas on what the plan should be, or who the druggie is, put it in the review! ill take any ideas (:
COMING UP ON KEEP IT A SECRET: Haley struggles to plan her wedding with all the prices. She gets a phone call from someone she least expects. Who's going to help her with the wedding?
well i guess we'll keep it 2 reviews, then update!
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The Matter Of In and Out is going to take a while to get to chapter one because juicycoutureaddict has school and doesn't have time to write chapter one but keep reading and reviewing mine and her storiess!!
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