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Nathan and Peyton were in the back of Peyton's car, making out. "Nathan, are you going to go to my house after the game?"

"I don't know Peyton."

"What do you mean 'you don't know'? It's a yes or no question, Nathan."

"Well, the guys might want to do something."

"So, you're choosing the guys over me tonight, your girlfriend? Why don't you date them instead then? You spend more time with them anyway."

"Peyton, come on, you know it's not like that. Some of these guys are new and they look up to me. They're kinda pathetic, but I'm like their idol. Peyton, you know that I'd rather be with you."

"Then do it, Nathan, Don't just say that you will, or that you want to." She told him, crossing her arms.

"I will and I want to. Wait for me tonight, okay?"

"Okay…" Nathan smiled, and started kissing her again.

After school, Mouth was with the guys eating at the café. "So Mouth, what did they call you in for?" Fergie asked.

"Oh, they asked me to show around a new student. They even gave me the rest of the day off to show her around."

"Man, please tell me that you did more than show her around?" Skills pleaded.

"No, Skills, that was all I did, but she is really cool."

Karen heard the end part of their conversation because she was refilling their drinks. "Hey Mouth, what was this girl's name?"

Keith heard as well because he and Lucas just came back after Keith talking to Lucas about Karen being worried about the new girl in town. "Yeah, what's her name?"

"Isabella Montoya."

Karen and Keith looked at each other in surprise. "Oh, really? What was she like?" Karen asked.

"Black hair, brown eyes, not that tall, sort of mixed personality. When I first met her, she seemed kinda sad, but she cheered up pretty quickly." Mouth explained.

"Really? So, she was okay?" Keith asked.

Mouth chuckled nervously. "Yeah, she was. Why? Do you know her?"

"No, but Karen met her earlier. Right, Karen?"

Karen nodded. "Yes, she came by the café. We spoke briefly of why she's here and some things about her past. She was upset when she left, so I wanted Lucas to check on her, but you say she's okay."

"I have her number if you want to call her, Karen." Mouth told her. He took it out of his pocket and showed her a small piece of paper.

"Oh, Mouth got the digits!" Skills exclaimed. They all laughed as Mouth blushed.

Mouth tried to explain. "What? We exchanged numbers. I offered to take her around

Tree Hill and she said she'd like to hang out with me outside of school."

"Ooh! Sounds like she was asking you out!" Junk stated.

"Yeah, looks like Mouth got game." Fergie added.

"Yeah, Mouth. Why didn't you tell me? You could help me, man!" Jimmy said, and they laughed at that.

Mouth shook his head. "It's not like that. Luke, please say you don't agree?"

Lucas shrugged. "Sorry, Mouth, but it sounds like you're into her."

Mouth dropped his head onto the table and groaned loudly. Everyone started laughing at him again. Finally, Lucas tried to defend Mouth. "You guys, we should give him a break."

Then, Junk said, "Yeah, I got to go home and change anyway. All of us that actually play ball should go do the same."

"Hey, me and Mouth do commentary." Jimmy rebutted.

"Sitting on your lazy behinds, you do." Junk replied.

Skills then threw in his two cents. "Says the guy who still lives with his parents after graduating high school already and still has no job."

The guys oh'ed and Karen butted in. "All right guys, enough of the verbal attack on each other. You guys should go now, so Lucas can do his job like he should have been doing already."

"But, Mom."

"No butts, Lucas."

"Okay." The guys, including Keith, sniggered at him.

They all left, and shortly after them, Keith left too. He had to go back to the shop.

At the school, Isabella was on her way to visit her Aunt Jenna's Uncle-in-law. She came back to the school after going to the house where she's going to live now to eat, relax for a while, and do some assignments to catch-up. Isabella knocked on the door and, on the other side, someone said "Come in." without looking up from his work.

She walked in and greeted her 'grandfather.' Really he is her great uncle-in-law, but they were close enough to each other that she called him her grandfather. "Hey, Grandpa!"

He stood up immediately and hugged her. "Oh! Bella, you didn't tell me that you were coming today."

He sat back down in his chair and she sat across from him. "I know. I wanted to surprise you!"

"You shouldn't do that to an old man like me."

"You're not that old, Grandpa. Stop acting like you are."

He laughed. "Okay, did you already unpack your stuff?"

"Oh, yeah, I did. Thanks for letting me live with you, Grandpa."

"Well, I couldn't let my favorite granddaughter live alone."

"That's sweet, but I'm your only granddaughter!" They both smiled.

"Well, that doesn't matter, now does it?. But as happy as I am that you're here, Bella, you shouldn't be in here. You do know that this is the guys locker room."

"I know that, but I wanted to see you before the game and I was hoping you would take me up on an offer, Grandpa, or should I say, Coach."

"I don't like the sounds of this."

"Grandpa!" She exclaimed, and he chuckled. "Well, you know how I played basketball back in New York?" She paused for his answered. He nodded. "Okay, I was hoping that I could play here for you."

"Bella, you know that I don't coach girls' basketball, and Tree Hill doesn't even have a-" He stopped when he saw the look on her face. "Isabella Montoya, there is no way!"

"Oh, come on, Grandpa! You know that I'm good. You've even said so yourself that I was better than some of your players." (A/N: Let's just imagine that she is, and she can shoot well like Lucas or Nathan or both; your choice.)

"You cannot play with my guys out there, Bella. They will not like a girl on their team."

Isabella pouted. "They won't care when they finally see how good I am and that I can help them win the playoffs. Besides, from the way you describe some of your players, you need me."

"Maybe so, but I'm not going to risk it. We can do just fine on our own."

"Fine, but you'll be asking me to be on your team once you see how much you really do need me." She said, getting out of her seat and walking towards the door.

He chuckled, and told her. "Watch the game and see just see how well we can fare without you, my dear."

"Okay, I'll watch the game, and see just how much your team needs me on the court with them."

He laughed as she smiled impishly. "Get out of here before my players start coming in. This is still the guys locker room."

"Yes, Coach." She said, and closed the door quickly after she did. He chuckled to himself, and went back to his work.

On the outside of Whitey's office, Isabella was chuckling as well and wasn't looking where she was going, so she bumped into someone. "Hey, I think you're in the wrong locker room." He, then, checked her out. "But I don't mind."

She fell from the collision, but he remained standing. She only fell because he was so tall compared to her, so all the force was transferred to her. He helped her up, and she brushed her clothes off. "I'm sure you don't."

He smirked. "You must be new here."

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Because you don't seem to know who I am and I make it my job to know all of the pretty girls at Tree Hill High."

"Right, because you're so important, I should know your name and everything about you. By the way, that's a highly respectable job. I commend you on it."

"You've got attitude, I like it."

"Really, 'cause I don't care whether or not you do."

"There's that attitude again. Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, I'm Nathan Scott." He told her, holding out a hand to her.

She looked at it questioningly, "Oh, I've heard about you."

"Like what?" Nathan asked, still holding out his hand, and raised his eyebrows at her.

"Like you're a good player. But I don't know, now that I've met you, I don't believe that you are. I mean, you've got the height and physique, but I don't know if you have the talent."

"I guess you'll just have to watch the game to see for yourself how much talent I got." He told her, smirking.

"Well, since I was already going to watch the game, I guess I will see. Just don't be that much of a disappointment, okay Nathan Scott?" She requested of him, walking away, and out of the locker room.

"Hey, you didn't tell me your name!"

"Figure it out." She replied, not even bothering to turn around. He smiled and shook his head.

Then, when he looked up, Whitey was there. "Just what do you think you're doing, Scott?"

"Nothing, Coach. You saw the girl that was just in here, right? Do you know her name?"

"Never mind you that. You should be focusing on the game, instead of girls. Go get changed, will ya? And I expect you to be on the court warming-up soon. You tell the rest of your teammates when they get in." Whitey warned him, walking out like Isabella had just done.