A story of Brooke and Lucas. Starts in season 3, and we'll see where it ends up! This chapter is mainly just setting up the first few chapters, so there isn't much brucas..yet. But I promise you there will be! I will be alternating pov's depending of the situations in the story. Please let me know what you think of this chapter, like if I should keep writing more chapters or if I should just quit while I'm ahead… but please enjoy!
No copyright intended. All characters go to the CW and Mark Schwahn, and besides if I wrote One Tree Hill, Lucas and Brooke would've been together forever
Chapter 1: Please Don't Leave
Tonight was a huge game, and Lucas knew that. New Hanover was always a tough team to beat, and Whitey would sure kill the whole team, especially him and Nathan if they ruined their undefeated season record. Knowing that, Lucas put his HCM to the back of his mind, and laid down the bottle of medication in his hiding spot in his dresser and headed for the door.
"Now you all listen here. New Hanover is coming in here looking to take away our only shot an undefeated season. So I want you boys to go out there and play like tonight is your last game. Run the plays, play good solid defense, and most importantly, play as a team." They were all in the locker room listening to Whitey's pregame talk. Lucas could tell that he was just as nervous as the rest of the guys.
All 15 guys stood up, and got in their huddle and looked at Nathan, "Alright guys let's get out there and win this game. Ravens on three, 1-2-3 RAVENS!" They all got ready to take the gym to warm up, Nathan and Lucas leading the team. It seemed as if the whole school was there, cheering, jumping up and down, rooting for them.
Luke glanced around looking for one person in particular, until he found her. Brooke Davis was getting the rest of the cheerleaders ready to begin a cheer. She always took his breath away. She must've noticed him staring at her, because she glanced up, and gave him the classic Brooke wink. He couldn't help smiling like an idiot at her, he loved her. She returned his smile, until Nathan came up behind Lucas, "Dude c'mon you'll see Brooke after the game, focus man."
"Sorry Nate, but can you blame me?" Lucas asked sheepishly. "No I guess I can't." he replied winking to Haley who was standing next to Brooke. They both laughed and started layup lines.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, tonight the Tree Hill Ravens and New Hanover Wildcats go head to head to determine who will win the conference. Will it be the undefeated Tree Hill Ravens? Stay tuned to find out. It's the beginning of the 1st quarter and Nathan Scott's going to half court for the jump ball…" Mouth McFadden was Tree Hill High sports announcer, and loved getting to be there doing what he loved while supporting his best friends.
The game was proving to be just as difficult as they had predicted. They were doubling and trapping Lucas so he couldn't get a shot, and they were making it really difficult for Nate to score. By the time it was halftime the team made their way to the locker room, exhausted.
As soon as he sat down, Lucas immediately felt like he couldn't breathe. His heart was beating at a very rapid pace, and it seemed getting a breath was getting harder each second. Whitey then came in, and Lucas vaguely heard him yelling about how they were playing like crap, and that should be up by 20 not tied with this mediocre team. But Luke couldn't focus long because he could tell something was wrong.
Nathan, who was sitting next to his brother, noticed his pained expression and shortness of breath and nudged him on the arm. He simply looked at him, not wanting to draw attention from Whitey. Luke just shook his head.
"Now get your asses out there, and get some shots up and think about how painful practice will be on Monday if you don't win this game!" Whitey shouted at them.
One by one the guys filed out of the locker room, but Nathan stayed behind to see what was up with Lucas. Before he could get to the door, Nate grabbed his arm. "Luke man are you okay? What's going on you don't look too good at all."
Lucas hadn't told anyone about his condition, well anyone but Dan. He knew Nate would tell Whitey, and then he'd not only not be able to play in this game, but he'll be off the team, so instead of telling him the truth, he told him, "Yeah I'm fine little brother. I think I might be getting a little sick, but I'm fine."
Nate didn't look too convinced, for some reason he couldn't shake that something actually was wrong with Lucas. Before he could question him further, his brother changed the subject, "Look they're doubling me over on the wing, so try and reverse the ball up top so the defense shifts and I can maybe get a look." Nate simply nodded, telling himself he'd keep an eye on him for the rest of the game.
Knowing that Nathan was probably watching him, once the third quarter started Lucas pushed passed every pain and shortness of breath to prove that he was fine, and run up the score on the Wildcats. He was getting shots up, when he was and wasn't being doubled, he was stealing the ball, and he was even getting Nathan open.
Despite his initial reservations, Nathan began to think Lucas actually was okay. They were well into the fourth quarter, and up by 15. Nathan was at the top of the key and Lucas was on the wing, open for a shot. There was 9 seconds left on the clock. Lucas waved his hands, signaling he wanted to take the last shot. He was having a hell of a game, so Nate passed the ball to his brother, and then turned to go and crash the boards, ready for a rebound.
The crowd was on fire, everyone screaming Lucas' name. Nathan passed him the ball for what seemed like the 100th time since half time, confident Luke could make the shot. He began to jump, when he suddenly felt his arms go completely numb. His shortness of breath came back, but it wasn't from exerting himself during the game. He felt he physically couldn't breathe in or out, like his lungs stopped working. But worst of all, he had this terrible chest pain that felt as if his heart was about to explode. It all happened in a matter of seconds; one he was getting ready to make the last shot of the game, and the next he was on the floor unconscious and being rushed into an ambulance.
