[ It changes nothing. It's too late and it's too bad. I'm still going to High Flyers.

And Lucas should have dropped it. I told him to back off.]

I have the sexiest wife ever.

I want my family to be safe. I want my friends to be happy. I want to go pro no matter how many times my friend Brooke has told me it's just a matter of time because they can't not take me. After all, I'm Nathan Scott.

I want that confidence. It's in here somewhere buried beneath a few shameful decisions but I know that Nathan is there. And I can ( Read more... )

[ Mrs. Nathan Scott. Is that not the sexiest thing you have ever heard? I'm thinking not. Nothing is sexier.]

It isn't really a secret that I didn't think a lot of myself throughout high school. Sure, before I met Haley, I had Peyton - and I had other girls - and that made me feel good about myself. I was captain of the basketball team and that kicked ass, let me tell you. That of course led to more girls ( Read more... )

[Stop staring at me.]"Stop staring at me," Nathan says, not bothering to open his eyes. Ever since he can remember Nathan has been able to sense what Haley's feeling just a foot away from him in bed ( Read more... )

[You walk out of your home, or your business, and are mobbed by a crowd who are protesting something you do or are. How would you deal with that?]I've dealt with it before. I wasn't stalked by reporters but I went places where at one time I was not a guy people wanted to see. Back then, I got angry. I did something back in senior year, something ( Read more... )

We broke up. The same year we got married. A couple of months after. She left to go on tour with Chris Keller. I had been getting jealous. I wasn't a good guy back then. I was getting better - better than I was but I slipped back. I let Chris Keller bother me. Things ended ( Read more... )

My wife is a complete dork.