Swish. Swish.
Lucas Scott made basket after basket. It was currently raining hard but he didnt care. Not caring became a common emotion to him. He had just quit the team. The weight on his shoulders became too great and he finally had enough. He wasnt bothered by the constant bullying teasing from his brother and the whole team, or his father's avoidance. He was used to that. But the thing that got under skin was well... he didnt know. He felt... empty. Like there was something missing from his life. And he knew that being on that team wouldnt fill the hole.
He gripped the ball tightly and his hands. He stood drenched... then threw the basketball as hard as he could into the water. He just wished that there was a sign or something. A sign that would help him find himself. He walked slowly to the bench, with his slumped shoulders. He put his head into his hands. Headaches were becoming common everyday to Lucas. He suddenly noticed that he was shaking. He should probably go home before he gets hypothermia. But of course he could care less. He's thinking if his mom would actually notice his absence.
"Yea right", he mumbled to himself.
She's probably passed out at home or something. His mother started drinking since he could remember. So whenever he sees his mother she's either passed out or drunk. They had just got into another arguement. About him quitting the team. She had said that how a dissapointment he was to her. That she made sacrifices for a nobody. That hurt.
He sighed to himself. He just wished that he could escape from this life. A life where he feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew that he didn't matter to his mother or father or brother . Hell, he thought, he doesnt even matter to the world.
"Are you okay?", a familar voice said.
He looked up and saw the Brooke Davis staring at him. He was caught of guard by her worried glance. Sure she had talked to him a few times, but it wasnt like they were friends or something. He had to admit to himself, she was beautiful. Her hazel eyes, and her adorble dimples. But he wasnt stupid. He knew she would never give him the time of day. Plus, she was friends with Nathan and so it would be pretty much a death wish if he asked her out.
"Yea, I'm fine." he said quietly, avoiding any eye contact.
"Yea sure." she said rolling her eyes playfully. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home."
He sighed. He was freezing out here, but he didnt want to go home.
"Thanks, but I uh... I'm think I'm going to walk."
"Are you kidding, its pouring out here." she said. "I promise I wont bite."
He stood, hands deep in his pockets shoulders slumped. He was going to refuse again, but he saw real sincerity in her eyes.
"Umm... okay" he muttered.
"Great!" "Come on I'm freezing out here! She took his hand and lead him to her car. "So where do you live again."
"Uhh... just drop me off at Keith's Body Shop" "I have to finish fixing a car" he added seeing her confused glance.
"Okay" she said still a little confused.
After a momement of what he thought as a comfortable silence she asked, "So why did you quit the team?". "I mean if it was because of Nathan, I..."
"He wasn't because of him" he said quietly but stenly as well. "I just..." He thought what would be a good excuse. "I uhh.. I just dont feel like playing anymore" he said.
She knew that he was uncomfortable so she didnt push further.
After a few minutes she pulled up to the shop. All the lights were out and it looked like there was nobody there.
"Are you sure you have to work today?"she asked.
"Yea, the owner was his car fixed by tomorrow" he lied. "Thanks for the ride." he said quickly as he shut the door.
"Your welcome" she mumbled.
As she watched him go inside she sighed. Although she has barely talked to him while he was on the team, she somehow was intrigued by him. Sometimes she caught herself staring at him while he was reading at lunch. Because whenever she saw him read, it looked like he was in his own world. Like he dindt care who was going out with who, or what outfit she or he is wearing. She would bet that if a fight broke out right where he was sitting, he would barely look up. Sometimes she wish that she was like that. That she could escape out of this world just by reading a book.
She sighed again. She turned the key to start the car. Nothing. She tried again, and again the engine wouldnt start.
"Shit" she said while hitting the wheel. She looked again at the shop. She quickly got out of the car and ran to where Lucas entered.
She went inside and heard loud music coming from the office. She saw Lucas lying down on the front of a car.
"Well..." she started, as she saw him jump. "If this is called work, then I might I have to try it someday."