Andrew Stone, the new kid in town. A star basketball player at his old school, will he continue that journey in Tree Hill? Will he meet a certain cheerleader that will change his world? Read to find out...
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Third Person POV
"Well, you look like shit." Peyton teased as she walked up to Andrew who looked like he had a night. Not a good one though, his tie was loosely hung around his collar, and his hair was more messy than usual.
"Thank you, Peyton, for that lovely compliment." Putting a smile on his lips he corrected his bag around his shoulder. He heard Brooke's words on her birthday night about the kiss Peyton shared with Lucas during the shooting. However, unlike last time, he would not bud his head into their situation. He disagreed with what the two did, but it was not his grudge to hold. "Always words a person wants to hear."
She laughed before replying, "Can't get any sleep or what?"
"Something like that" The boy sighed, "And that stupid crash didn't do me any favours."
"Nightmares?" She asked, more genuine laced in her tone.
Andrew pondered for a quick second, whether or not to tell her that she was correct or to sway the topic into another. "Uh yeah, I thought I got lucky with not having one after waking up, but it seems like I was wrong about that."
Peyton furrowed her brows as she listened to her friend until it was her turn, "Maybe you should start seeing a therapist." Were the first words to respond to what he was saying causing him to laugh. "Andrew, I'm being serious. Look I know we all have our problems and solutions, but you're past months are more than a person could take in years."
"Peyton, it's just a couple of nightmares. It'll go away after time." Trying to reassure her that it's not a big deal she is making it out to be. " Look I have to go, but believe me, I'll be alright."
The blonde cheerleader nodded her head as he turned to walk away until her voice spoke once more. "Just don't count it out."
Andrew nodded his head, "You too." With a reassuring smile on his lips, he continued on his way.
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"Crap." Whitey voice boomed in the locker room. "That pretty much sums up this season." Looking around to see the faces of his players as he walked the aisle. "You started this year with a crappy attitude. You played like crap. You took my crap. You cleaned up rat crap from a crappy gym. Well, all that crap's over now."
Andrew slightly widened his eyes at the amount of time the word 'crap' was said. One could say it seemed like his favorite word.
"At least you made it to the finals. Some of you are seniors. This is your last chance for a state title." Whitey's eyes fall on Nathan and Andrew before he takes another step reaching the end of the line of players with his back now facing them. "It's my last chance. So get out there and play like the champions I know you can be!" He clapped his hands causing his team to fall in line and clap as well before they huddled around each other, minus their coach.
