Chapter 7 Keith

There was a knock on the door. He rolled over and looked at the brown hair that had its back to him. Shaking his head, he sat up and looked at the strange room around him. Sighing, he shook the body next to her.

She struggled, and, like a wet cat, bared her claws, and that was when the banging started again. Finally the blue-eyed girl looked at him and smiled.

"Who in the hell is that?' she asked.

Keith Scott shook his head and looked at her, "Why am I here?"

She laughed, "You couldn't wait to get to your place last night," she said.

He shook his head, "Ugh!" he said, as the banging and yelling started again, "It's your room," he said.

She got up and slipped on a short robe. Walking over to the door she opened it up and looked at the person standing at the door. She rolled her eyes.

"Good morning, Nate," she said.

"Is he here?" Nathan Smith asked pushing his way through the door.

"Yes, please come in," she said.

"Shea, you don't understand the Coach is looking for Keith, and you live so far off campus," Nate said.

Keith came out of the bedroom, pulling on his pants. "Morning, Nate, why are you so worked up?" he asked.

"Keith Dog, Coach wants to see you," Nate said.

"Nate, please don't talk like that," Keith said.

"Sorry, Keith," he said.

"Why does Coach want to see me?"

"Something about you being late for some press thing," Nate said.

Keith shook his head, "Damn it! That freaking ESPN thing because of Tree Hill," he said.

"What about Tree Hill?" Shea asked.

Keith shook his head, "Just with us, Duke, and Georgetown, making the tournament, and then on the women's tournament Duke and UCONN, making it, that makes with Nate here, eight or nine people making it from Tree Hill and for some reason they find it interesting," he said.

Shea looked at Keith, "Isn't your sister in the tournament?" she asked.

Keith nodded, "Two of them are," he said and looked at Nate, "Get my shit?"

Nate nodded, "Yes, I do, Dog," he said.

Keith gave him a dirty look and he shook his head, "Sorry Keith," he said, and handed over his bag.

Keith leaned over and kissed Shea, "Babe, I'm going to grab a shower and head out with Nate," he said.

She let out a sigh of pleasure and looked at him, "Well, okay then, so are you still taking me to Tree Hill?"

He smirked that now infamous smirk, "Of course, when I return home after the tournament," he said.

She smiled and smacked his butt as he walked to her bathroom. Nate looked at Shea and shrugged then went to her small kitchenette and started to dig through her refrigerator. She walked over to the breakfast bar and stared at him.

"Yes, Nate, you can go through my fridge," she said.

Nate peeked out of the refrigerator and smiled, "Thanks, no problem," he said and came out carrying a can of something. He popped it open and took a strong pull of it. He smacked his lips and looked at her, "Your beer tastes weird," he said.

Shea laughed, "Nate, that's not beer, that's Slim-fast," she said.

"Oh," Nate said and kept drinking the diet shake.

Keith came out of the bathroom. He signaled for Nate to head out. He smiled at Shea, grabbed her ass and kissed her good bye. He followed Nate down the apartment stairs and threw his stuff in the back of Nate's car. They drove off towards the campus.

"I like Shea," Nate said.

Keith shrugged, "She's okay," he replied.

"She does have a hot body," Nate said.

Keith laughed, "Yes she does."

"She's nothing like Izzy," Nate said.

"Yes, and you remind me of it all the time, Nate."

Nate shrugged, "I don't know, I liked her, and what ever happened between you two? One minute you're so in love, it is like sickening in love and the next you're not even talking."

"Nate, I haven't spoken to Izzy in almost three years," he said.

"Kind of sad," Nate said.

Keith shook his head, "Not my fault," he said, as Nate pulled into the parking lot at the training gym. "Now wait for me and try not to get any more restraining orders," Keith said.

"Awe, Keith, you're no fun."

Keith shook his head and walked into the gym.