IN WHICH Nathan Scott fell for Lucas's other best friend
"Look I get you're like a big bad star basketball player or something, but Lucas has my loyalty which means I'll never even think about messing with you, Scott. Cool? Cool"
(season 1 through...
standing in front of the guidance counselor waiting for her to call me, brooke next to me.
i was texting lucas about dan, apparently there was a fire last night and someway somehow keith and luke were involved in it.
"diyanna presley-scott" my name being called shook my thoughts about the scott men.
i look at the women as i entered her office.
"so have you given any thought to which college you'd like to attend?" i thought about nathan, i knew he wanted to go to duke for basketball and all things aside, we're still married and if we want to fix our problems, we probably shouldn't be states away from each other, doing so.
"standford" i tell the counselor, as that was my first choice before i met nathan.
haley also had plans to go there and when we told each other that, we hoped that they'd let us both enter so that we could be roommates as freshmen in college.
"that's a great school for you diyanna!" she expresses, i nod my head in approval "that's good, that's great"
"is nathan also planning to go to UCLA, or somewhere near in california?"
seeing as to nathan and i haven't made up yet completely, "im- we haven't discussed it yet"
"maybe you should" she says, if only it were that easy.
i sigh, "i mean like, do i give up my dreams for him or does he give up his dreams for mine?"
"i mean, i guess we don't really realize how much we love something until we might lose it"
she smiles at me softly and i get out of the office, and i see peyton there on the phone "everyone loves your songs!"
she then got off her phone, probably didn't get what she wanted "hey" i sit next to her.
"hey" i look to her "who was that on the phone?" i ask "well, you know how im doing a benefit album for my birth mom for breast cancer?" i nod my head "nelly's talked about it once or twice"
"well im trying to get different artists on here but they keep refusing" i hear her sigh, i roll my eyes "look, you know i don't like you, i know i don't like you but why don't you put me on there?"
she looks shocked "you'd do that?"
"breast cancer affects all of us" i shrug.
she smiles "thank you diyanna, thank you"
"peyton sawyer?" the counselor calls for peyton "i'll ring you the information" i give her a thumbs up.
i walk outside to find lucas and dylon.
"blondies" i say to get their attentions, they turn to look at me "how was it?" dylon asked.
i roll my eyes and tell them what happened like seven minutes ago.
"standford is my dream school, i mean my mom went there and i use to play pretend SAT's with haley at your moms cafe" i tell luke and dylon as we both sit down in the courtyard out front.
"you know, if you were who you were, you'd be classified as a total nerd you know?" lucas jokes "ok, whatever rambo"
"rambo was cool" dylon defends him and i scoff while giving him a look.
i sigh "i- i don't feel like im picking a college, as much as i feel like im picking a future"
"yeah but didn't you pick a future when you married nathan?" lucas asks, that was bratty of him.
"watch your tongue, scott i know where you lay your head at night" he shrugs "you feeling alright?" i ask him.
he only told haley about his heart problem, he doesn't know that i know and i don't want to make it obvious that i know something i probably shouldn't.
he looks at dylon before looking at me "yeah, why?" i shrug "had a feeling something bad is happening soon"
dylon laughs "you and these stupid ass predictions, what have you been watching?"
i shoot him my middle finger "whatever" he says.
"hey you guys" brooke says announcing her arrival to us.
we all say hey to her.
"what is the deal with all these meetings today? i mean college is like a million years away" she asks us, dylon gives her a look "only you would think that" he murmurs but more to himself than to her "or 3,000 miles" i roll my eyes and leave them.
"what's that about?" i can hear brooke say but i didn't hear lucas's answer.
...
"should we be doing this without brooke?" i ask peyton "if bella said mouth wants to help, why not use him?"
"alright then"
"cross front, cross back, turn around and pop!" we follow mouth's movement.
brooke walks in completely confused "whoa! stop! cut" she stops the music.
"why is everybody here so early?" she asks "early? you're like an hour late?" bevin tells brooke.
"i don't think so, unlike you i've never thought there was a 13 o'clock"
"damn bevin" someone mutters.
"look, brooke, bella told us you wanted us here an hour early" peyton tells her truthfully.
brooke looks at us offended "and where did you two think i was this whole time?" she asks us.
"late, as usual" peyton said in an obvious tone.
bella steps up front to brooke and smiles "brooke, the Classic's coming up and we don't have a routine yet, and i figured since mouth helped you out last year, we could maybe come up with one and surprise you" she looks at the other girls and back to brooke "so.. surprise"
but brooke smells her bullshit from a mile away "the only way i'd be surprised right now is if you were actually wearing underwear"
bella looks away for a second then back to brooke "i guess no surprises then"
brooke scoffs "okay, i am the captain of this squad, it is my job to come up with a routine for the tournament"
"but the tournaments the same weekend as Rogue Vogue" peyton and i look to bella "how did she even know that?"
"you'll be in new york city" bella adds.
it was quiet for a little bit "that's why you submitted my fashion designs" brooke says defeated.
"surprise" bella smiles, but brook looks to peyton and I then shakes her head and walks away.
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(a/n): cute little filler chapter bc i'm starting my senior year tomorrow 🤗🤗🤗 (hence the college talk mdr)
after im done with this book, i'll be editing it because when i tell yall the writing in the first chapters don't do me any justice...
