Summary: A Hollywood arranged marriage. What happens when NBA Bad Boy, Nathan Scott and America's Sweetheart, Haley James come together under unwanted circumstances? But is it the first time their worlds have collided?

Chapter One: America's Sweetheart and NBA Bad Boy

Haley James pulled up to Roe & Keller Talent Agency in her 2008 silver BMW Roadster. She gave herself the once over in the mirror then hoped out of the car. She was wearing dark beige cropped cargo pants and a bright orange ribbed tank top and a pair of bright orange flip flops to match. Her auburn hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head, a large Gucci bag slung over her shoulder a pair of oversized dark Chanel sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose, and a Starbucks coffee in her hand.

Her head whipped around when she heard loud obnoxious rap music fill the parking lot. She saw a 2008 black Escalade with all tinted windows pull into the spot opposite of her car.

Nathan Scott, L.A. Lakers bad boy, stepped down from the SUV. He was wearing a pair of dark blue Diesel jeans that hung low on his hip bone and a fitted white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone; leaving his tanned muscular chest exposed. His dark head was buzzed making the Los Angles heat more bearable and his piercing blue eyes were covered with dark sun glasses.

At the sight of Nathan, Haley started walking faster towards the building. She quickly made it through the glass revolving doors and hurriedly pressed the elevator button.

While she was impatiently waiting for the elevator, Nathan walked in, popping a piece of gum in his mouth. He walked over to Haley, taking his sunglasses off and resting then on the top of his head, also waiting for the elevator.

The elevator dinged open and both of then walked in. After coincidently pressing the button for the same floor, Nathan was whistling along with the annoying elevator music. "Fuck 'em, and Fuck 'em over, that's your style, huh?" Haley asked irritated.

"Excuse me?" Nathan replied, surprised at her sudden out burst.

"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked. Nathan shrugged his shoulders then shook his head. She sighed, placing her latte on the floor, frustrated, as she started to pull up the hem of her shirt.

"Whoa, I would've never pegged you for the easy type, but I'm not complaining." Nathan said, the infamous smirk planted on his smug face.

She glared at him and responded, "Bite me"

"My pleasure, baby." he said stepping closer to her. Haley's palm connected with his chest as she pushed him away. She turned around and hiked up the back of her shirt revealing the number '23' tattooed on the small of her back.

"Hate to break it to you, toots, but you're not the only chick with my jersey number tattooed above her ass." Nathan said. Haley sighed again as she yanked her shirt back down and grabbed his left arm, turning it over. Once she removed his watch, a tattoo that read 'Hales' is calligraphy on his inner wrist was revealed. "Yeah, so?" Nathan asked, clueless.

"My name is Haley", she said slowly as if talking to a child, "We met at the Teen Choice awards about to months ago, you called me Hales. We got wasted, got these tattoos and slept together. I woke up the next morning and you were gone and I never heard from you again." Haley finished angrily, throwing Nathan's arm back at him. She threw his watch which she was still holding against the ground.

Nathan quickly bent down to pick it up, checking if it was damaged. "Bitch! This is a Rolex, it costed $12,000."

"You're an asshole!" she replied, disgustedly.

"Don't hate the player, baby, hate the game." Nathan said, smirking, putting his watch back on as Haley picked up her Starbucks and walked out of the elevator, flustered.

Haley rolled her eyes as she entered her Lucas Roe's, her manager and long time friend's, office. Lucas stood from his desk and gave his best friend a hug. "Here you go", she said, handing Lucas the Starbucks cup.

"Thanks, J", he said, most if not all of her close friends called her J because of her last name, there wasn't really a reason, they just did. Lucas sat down at his desk and motioned for Haley to sit across from him. He took a sip of his coffee and placed it on his desk. "As you know", he began, "the transition from television to film is tremendously important. For the past five years your show as been at the top of the charts and America has loved you. And with the show ending, you're as hot as ever and I figured that we should keep the good momentum going. Me and Chris (business partner) have deviced a publicity venture for you and one of his clients." He explained, standing and walking to the door, opening it. "They're actually waiting for us in a conference room down the hall, so shall we?" he offered. Haley nodded, got up from her chair, walking over to Lucas who escorted her out of the room.

"Do you have any idea how bad this looks?" Chris Keller explained to his stubborn client as he slammed the tabloid down on his desk.

"Dude, chill out, it's no big deal." Nathan replied cockily as he rested his basketball-sneaker-clad feet on his manager's desk.

Chris marched to the front of the desk and pushed Nathan's feet to the floor. "Oh, on the contrary, my friend", Chris bit out to the guy who has always been like a little brother to him. "It is a big deal, it's the third week in a row that you made the cover of US Weekly and not in a good way." he said holding up the tabloid. On the cover was a picture of Nathan with his arm slung over some blonde's shoulder, with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other as they walked drunkenly around the streets of Hollywood. "With you coming back from your knee injury, and your contract ending with the Lakers, your chances of getting a renewal contract get slimmer and slimmer every time a picture like this graces a cover of another magazine." Chris explained. "Do you get where I'm coming from?"

Nathan nodded and adverted his eyes to the silver thumb ring that he was twirling around his finger. Chris could see he was sorry by his expression, ane expression which he rarely held. "Come on", Chris said, playfully smaking Nathan in the back of the head with the magazine causing him to laugh. "I got a way to fix this." Both men walked out of the office and to the conference room down the hall...

Haley and Lucas walked into the conference room and were greeted by a large clear glass conference table surrounded by thirty or so black, high-backed chairs. Two of the chairs, which were fairly close to them, spun around to reveal two men. One of them was a scrawny man in his late twenty's who looked much older from the wear-and-tear of life on the road and used too much product in his hair. And the other was, ugh, Nathan.

"J, this is my associate, Chris Keller", Lucas explained as Haley shook hands with Chris. "And this is his client, Nathan Scott."

Her million dollar smile disappeared when her eyes traveled to Nathan. "We've met", she replied, repulsed as she folded her arms across her chest.

"J, huh?" Nathan prodded, quirking an eyebrow, "You told me your name was Haley, maybe that's not the only thing you lied about."

"J is from my last name, James, you dumbass, and trust me it's all true." Haley expressed she sat down in the chair farthest from Nathan. Lucas and Chris exchanged skeptical looks as silence consumed all four of them.

"Okay, let's cut to the chase", Chris began, clapping his hands together, "Both of you are in dyer need of some good publicity and Lucas and myself have found a way to get it."

"I know you both will not like this, but it's a sure fire way to get on the good side of all these tabloid rumors." Lucas explained.

"And it's by no means permanent." Chris added rather quickly.

"Okay, guys, out with it." Nathan said, impatiently while unknowingly voicing Haley's thoughts as well.

"Our suggestion is that you two get married." Lucas revealed, holding his breath.

"What?! You gotta be shitting me. I must be getting Punk'd, where's Ashton?" Haley exclaimed, sarcastically, hopping up from her chair and looking around the room.

"This isn't a joke..."Lucas started before he was interrupted.

"No, no, no, this has gotto be a joke because there is no way I'm marrying him!" Haley shot back, looking at Nathan disgustedly.

"J, it's only for two years..." Lucas tried, but interrupted yet again.

"Two years!" she explained, pacing the room.

"Haley", Lucas began, grabbing her arms, making her look at him, "Just think of what this could do to your career."

"I can't marry her! What will that do to my reputation?" Nathan piped up, finally coming out of his revere.

"That's the point, dufus! It's supposed to make your rep better." Chris replied, smacking his client in the back of the head.

"I still can't do it!" he retorted, standing up, causing his chair to roll backwards.

"Nathan, it's you only option. Or would you rather the agency drop you?" Chris asked. That revelation caused Nathan to sit down and ponder the issue, the same way Haley was.

"So this thing would only be for a year and a half?" Haley asked as her eyes focused on her fingers that were nervuosly picking at the edge of the table.

"Yes, and if you two do decide to go through with this, which is the best recommendation, the wedding would be in two weeks." Chris explained. A long and deafening silence enveloped the four of them in the large conference room.

"Okay", Haley said breaking the long silence, surprising even herself, "I'll do it." All three heads shot up, somewhat shocked at her answer.

"You will? That's great!" Chris exclaimed, happily, "How 'bout you, Nate?

Nathan rolled his eyes. "What the hell!" she said, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

"Great!" Lucas said excitedly. "Now everything is taken care of except the wedding dress. And you both better put your acting skills to good work 'cause I have plenty of interviews and public appearances lined up!"

What have I gotten myself into? Haley thought to herself as she buried her face in her hands.