Ok so, I'm kinda bored at the moment and I just watched the Breakfast Club and got some inspiration.
Lucas Scott: The rebel
Brooke Davis: The princess
Peyton Sawyer: The basket case
Nathan Scott: The athlete
Haley James: The nerd
-Saturday 11/24/07-
Lucas Scott rolled out of bed, his head pounding. Damn hangover. He honestly had no idea what time he came home last night. Three? Maybe four? Well, it's not like his mom and step-dad would care anyway.
Fuck…..What day was it again?
He glanced over at the flashing red numbers of his alarm clock. According to Steve Burke, the weather guy from 93.3, today was Saturday November 24th, 2007. 6:44 AM. Lucas shot straight up out of bed and slid on his black and white checkered Vans. They were a couple sizes too small and beat up. A large hole was visible by his big toe on the right shoe. Lucas didn't waste his money on shoes, just pot and cigarettes.
Shit. Detention started in 16 minutes. Thank god his piece of crap house was only 15 minutes away from school.
Walking past his step-dad downstairs, Lucas tried his best to avoid Tom Fitzpatrick. Lucas hated that son of a bitch almost as much as he hated his biological father, Dan Scott.
"Hey! Kid! Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Lucas sighed, clearly annoyed at Tom and turned around to face him. "Nowhere. Just far away from you." Before Tom could reply, Lucas walked out the front door, slamming it behind him.
On his way to school, he sniffed his clothes that he was still wearing from last night. Mmm…Weed. Sweet. Lucas didn't have a car, he was forced to walk everywhere on foot. No DUIs for this fuckup. Lucas trudged into the library of Tree Hill High School at 6:58 AM with two minutes to spare. Knocking over random objects on his way past the front desk, Lucas glanced around the room and his eyes met with five other pairs.
His eyes fired up with hatred as he stared straight at Nathan Schott, his half brother, the kid who got everything. The father, the family, the sport, the life. Nathan let out a snicker as Lucas walked past him.
Jesus it's gonna be a long day
He wasn't going to say anything to Nathan. He didn't want to fight that battle right now. Lucas sat down in front of that emo girl who didn't really talk all that much. She was a fake blond, Lucas could tell. Her dark roots were exposed at the top of her head. What was her name again? Penny? Peyton? One of those.
To his side sat Haley James. She was always in Turners office when he was, far different reasons than him though. She was every teachers pet. They all adored Haley James. Lucas was sitting directly behind Brooke Davis and his 'brother', the richies. Wow, he had honestly had never seen this many snobs in detention before, well at least not Saturday detention. His eyes were fixated on the brunette bitch next to Nathan.
"Why hello Princess, Daddy couldn't get you out of this one?"
A small smirk formed across his face, Lucas Scott loved to piss off the Queen-of-Conforming.
Brooke Davis awoke to the sound of the song 'Glamorous' on her radio at 6 AM. She knew it was only detention, but she had to keep up her reputation and at least look somewhat presentable. Brooke flashed a smile to her reflection in the mirror, this song was so appropriate for her. She tried to think of other songs that suited her…but she couldn't think of any. She only listened to MTV, basically whatever was considered popular at the moment. Brooke hopped into the shower quickly. She had to do her hair still along with her makeup and an entire outfit still had to be planned. Crap she had to move faster. This was absurd, detention ruined her entire weekend. She was losing a whole day of shopping with Rachel and the girls.
There was a party tonight at Tim's and of course, Brooke was expected to go and get drunk out of her mind. But honestly, Brooke didn't really want to go. She could hear what people would say if she didn't show. 'No way! I bet she's just at home anyway, getting it on with 5 guys. God she is such a whore.' Brooke Davis wasn't in the mood to party. Not tonight anyway. She'd much rather catch up with her favorite group of 6 friends and re-watch the final season of Friends.
Getting back out of the shower, Brooke wiped the fog off of her bathroom mirror. For a moment she stared at herself wrapped in a towel and makeup-less. She liked herself this way. Not fake, it was more of the real her.
Brooke Davis' bright pink room had to have one of the biggest closets in Tree Hill. Very similar to Cher's from Clueless. Ok, that's being dramatic…it's not that extravagant, but Brooke liked to think that. The digital clock only read 6:15. Whew, still enough time. Eventually she picked out a short, tight jean skirt and a low cut pink halter with a pair of pink pumps. It wasn't really practical considering it was November but Brooke didn't care. She emerged from her bedroom fully dressed and ready at 6:45. Ana, the maid, handed her a bagel and a bagged lunch before her father called out to Brooke.
"Angel? You ready?
Brooke waved goodbye to Ana and gave her a small smile before yelling back
"Yeah dad. Are you taking me? Or is mom?"
"I am, sweetheart. Get in the BMW."
Brooke nodded silently and climbed into the passengers seat.
They pulled up to Tree Hill High five minutes later. Brooke turned to face her father and pouted.
"Dad, it's not fair. I didn't do anything wrong. This is for the kids who do really appalling stuff."
Mr. Davis laughed "Brookie, shopping isn't a crime, we all know that. But I hate to see this ruin your Saturday."
Brooke sighed and thought she might as well bring up tonight.
"Actually, it isn't completely ruined yet. Tim's having a party tonight but mom already said no." Oh god, please agree with your wife for once.
"Well, I'll talk some sense into her, you can go."
Brooke flashed a quick, fake smile. "Thanks dad."
"Sure thing. Have fun today."
Oh yeah, a shit load of fun in detention. She walked in seeing Nathan and let out a sigh of relief. As she sat down next to him, she eyed two other girls. Both were cute, but had nothing on Brooke. One was a nerd, kinda frumpy looking. I mean come on, care a little more about your appearance Brooke didn't know her name, but she needed to be put on What not to Wear. She had a pair of jeans (fine) but then this puke green sweater that looked itchy. Eww. But the girl in the back had on jeans and some black T-shirt of some band that she had never heard of. Who the hell was the Clash?
Ok, so she's stuck with the loner and a nerd. Great. She quickly turned her head when she heard someone else enter. Shit. Lucas, the other Scott. The Stoner, burn out, pothead. The dirty faded jeans and a torn red flannel sweatshirt that probably hadn't been washed in months on top of a plain grey T-shirt. His Vans dragged across the floor in a sluggish manner. Yep, he was the Classic Stoner, the kid everyone hated…but to Brooke it seemed like he hated the world. She whispered out of the corner of her mouth to Nathan. "I cannot believe this is happening to me." She closed her eyes in disgust as Lucas sat down behind her.
Oh my god. Did he seriously just talk to me?
"Sadly, no he didn't squeeze me out of this. So unfortunately, I'm stuck here with an asshole like you."
Peyton Sawyer slammed her hand down hard on her buzzing alarm. A loud groan escaped from her mouth. Uggg. 6:30 was way too early. Jesus, she didn't even get up this early during the week. Stretching her arms up in the air, Peyton swung her legs over the side of her bed and looked around the dark walls of her bedroom. She turned on her CD player and the faint noise of Alkaline Trio could be heard from the corner of her room. Getting up to take a pee, Peyton smiled to herself seeing a note from her boyfriend.
'Peyton, God I'm so sorry I got you detention, for a whole Saturday. I owe you. Big time. Dinner tonight? Just you and me. Love you, Jake.'
At least she had gotten detention for a good reason, she had cut class to take care of Jenny. Jake's daughter. God she was such a better mother to Jenny than that slut Nikki, Jenny's real mom. Nikki left Tree Hill and fled to Texas, abandoning her daughter and Jake.
Peyton really loved Jenny, you know? Since Jake was a year older than her and out of high school, Peyton never really wanted to make friends with anyone from school. They were all so immature still. She didn't have time for all their bullshit and drama. So she just kept to herself and her sketchbook. Drawing was her passion. That's all she did when she wasn't with Jake. Her parents just ignored her, but she didn't care. All she needed was Jake and Jenny and she was happy. They've been going out for almost a year now, a few months after Jenny left. They were close friends at first, but that obviously led to something more.
Peyton met Jake at a coffeehouse where he was playing a gig, attempting to make some money. And the rest was history.
Anyway…she grabbed a lunch and got into her car. Her parents made no recognition of her departure as she left the house. She just rolled her eyes and sped off to school.
The library was eerily quiet when she walked in. Nice, little shy girl and King of the Hill, Nathan Scott. He was such a dick. Man-whore, better yet. Peyton chose a seat in the back corner and pulled out her ipod. Thank god for technology. Her eyes next witnessed the one and only Brooke Davis, Queen Bitch, sit down next to Nathan. God how Peyton hated her. Ant then the other Scott kid shows up. Everyone in the room shifted uncomfortably as the 2 brothers stared each other down. Boy this was about to get real interesting. Lucas vs. Nathan…Lucas vs. Brooke….Lucas vs. everyone else?? This could actually be entertaining.
Nathan Scott was awoken by the pounding of Dan Scott's fist on his bedroom door.
"Nate! Get up!! Morning jog in 15!!"
Nathan's eyes fluttered open quickly as he sighed deeply. "Dad it's not even 5 yet."
Dan kept his voice quiet, but the anger was still there. "You got detention, idiot. You know, I messed around during school. I had my fun….but I never got caught. Do you wanna miss a game? Blow your ride??!"
Nate didn't reply. He just put on his sneakers and walked out of his blue bedroom, past Dan and outside.
As he ran beside Dan, Nathan listened to his feet pounding against the cold street. He pushed himself a little harder so that he was a good ten feet ahead of his father. Dan sped up and shouted at him.
"Faster Nathan! I'm almost two decades older than you and I'm practically beating you. What the hell is wrong with you! Push yourself for Christ sake!!"
That was it, the final straw for Nate. He turned around and sprinted home, only having ran two and a half miles instead of the usual five.
After showering, Nathan came back downstairs and his mom gave him an apologetic look before handing him a big ass lunch.
"Listen, your father just wants the best for you."
Nathan let out a dry laugh "Well he sure has a funny way of showing it."
Dan and Nathan were silent on most of the ride to school. Of course, Dan broke the silence. "You're finishing that run when you get home tonight, understand?"
Nathan sighed as they pulled up to the front of the school in Dan's Corvette. "Yeah, dad. First thing I'm gonna do." Nathan slammed the door shut and went into the library. He was the 2nd person in there and it was dead silent, awkward as hell.
"Uh Hi."
This was like being the first person at a party. He examined the girl before him. She was cute. Nothing at all like the girls he usually went for. She's probably been dreaming of this moment all of her life: meeting Nathan Scott, the most wanted guy in Tree Hill.
Nathan sat down with a smug look on his face. He watched some loner come in and pass him by. She wasn't bad looking either. But he didn't say anything until Brooke came in. Now here's the thing, Nathan and Brooke were only friends because the hung out with the same people. They only get drunk together at parties, and that was about it.
Seeing the last person walk in, he nearly snapped. Lucas Scott. God he hated that bastard…haha he was literally one too. Lucas brought the Scott name to shame. As Brooke whispered into his ear, he couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Me either, Brookie."
Haley James was awake already when her mom softly knocked on the door of her yellow room. This wasn't happening; Haley James never ever gets in trouble! Seriously, she was a straight A student, part of the Physics club, a student tutor. Hell she was smarter than half of the teachers there.
Haley called out to her mom "I'm up mom."
"Ok Hales. I packed your lunch and breakfast is on the counter."
She nodded her head and clanked over at her clock. 6:30…okay she still had time. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail before grabbing jeans and some sweater as she hurried out her bedroom door. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, her mom entered the kitchen.
"Are you gonna study today?"
Haley sighed, studying was her life.
"I dunno. We're supposed to just sit there."
"Well you find a way to study. This incident doesn't look good on your transcript, Haley."
Haley grabbed an apple and took a bite. "Yeah mom, you told me already. It wasn't my fault though."
Her moms voice rose. "I don't care, you're the one you got entangled in this mess. Your father and I were so disappointed in you."
Haley got in the car, feeling like shit. The rise was quiet the whole ride over. She was the first person in the empty library. She politely said "Hi" back to Nathan. He was so full of himself. Peyton Sawyer didn't talk. Brooke Davis was conceited and a snob. And Lucas, well Lucas Scott was just trouble. I really want this waste of a day added back to my life.
