Ch. 11

Nathan rolled over on the bed, surprised to feel someone else occupying it. Opening one eye slowly, hoping it was all a dream, Nathan's gaze focused on a girl, naked, on the other side of the bed.

Oh My G-D! he thought tumbling out of bed. Tripping over the sheets, he nearly got stuck in them. Oh God.

"Where the hell are my clothes?" Nathan asked. Looking over his body, he let out a sigh of relief.

Good, we didn't get that far. My boxers are still on. Whew! Searching the room for his pants at least, he finally realized that he had discarded them outside, in the living room of his dorm. Good thing I don't share rooms. God, this would've been embarrassing.

Shaking his head, he ran out, shivering once his feet hit the cold wooden floor. Oh God, what time is it? Looking at the clock, he almost shouted, "8?! Shit! I'm late for practice!"

Remembering the girl in his bed, he ran back to the room, trying to put his pants on. "What am I supposed to do with her? I can't just leave her here." Ah, forget ethics.

Getting close to the girl's ear, he practically shouted in her ear. "Get up! It's morning! Get out of my room! I'm late!"

Groaning, Jaimie opened her eyes, trying to focus them. Flipping over on her back, giving Nathan a full view, she yawned and stretched her arms. Nathan turned away disgusted. "Can you get out of my bed? I have to get going. Find your clothes and leave."

Rubbing her eyes, she brought her gaze to Nathan. "Didn't you enjoy last night though?"

"No. Can you please just go? Pick up your clothes and get dressed in here, or pick them up on your way out and get dressed in the hallway. Whichever one you choose doesn't matter to me as long as you do it fast."

Pouting, Jaimie tried to bring Nathan down for a kiss, as he leaned back, pushing her back. "Woah, woah. Brush your teeth. You smell."

Embarrassed, Jaimie blushed. "Sorry."

"And get some clothes on. I don't want to see you naked."

"But you did last night."

"We didn't do anything last night. And can you please hurry?"

"I'm pregnant!"

"What the hell?! For your information, it can't be mine, and also we didn't do anything. I had my boxers on. So, don't even try to lie to me. Although you don't know how to do that well either."

Jaimie pouted, seeing how it wasn't going to work. She decided it was a waste of time, so she got out of bed and walked outside, cursing when the cold air hit her full blast.

Finished dressing, Jaimie cussed at Nathan, as Nathan packed his duffel bag, in a rush.

"Yeah, yea. Can you leave now? I have to go."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. And bye." Nathan said, closing the door in her face.

Happy that he found his jersey, he slipped it on, grabbing his duffel bag and picking his cell off the ground. Flipping it open, he was surprised to find 5 messages waiting for him. Opening the door, Nathan brought the phone to his ear as he listened to his voice mailbox. By the time he closed the door, message number 1 had begun to play..

Message 1:

"Hey, Nathan. It's Jordan. You just bailed on us, so I was wondering where you are. Once you get this call me. And remember early practice tomorrow."

Shit. Yeah, guess I'm too late for that then. Making a mental note to call Jordan back, he decided to just go to the gym and see if he could make it to the end of practice.

Still listening to his messages, Nathan opened his car door and drove off, cell still in hand.

Message 2:

"Nathan. Hi. Yeah, this is Brooke. Don't you always have your phone on? Well, anyway, I was wondering if you talked to Haley yet. Anyway, just call me back. Bye."

Message 3:

"Bro. Where are you? I called your dorm and you're not there. Once you get this, call me back."

Message 4:

"Nathan. It's Lucas. Where are you? Call me back."

Message 5:

"Nathan, it's Jordan. Practice is still on, just at a later time, 9-11. Make sure you get you're a$$ over to the gym by practice. See ya."

Thank G-D! I'm not late!

Message 6:

"Okay, I called you many times. I know that. God, I'm sounding like your nagging girlfriend. Anyway, where are you? Did you meet Haley tonight? Call me back!"

Nathan smirked at Lucas's messages, as he pulled into Brown's basketball gym's parking lot.

Girlfriend? So Lucas thinks of himself as a girl? Chuckling at the thought, Nathan got out of the car, duffel bag in hand. Wait till Peyton gets a load of that. Hey, I haven't talked to Peyton in awhile. Wonder what's happened to her. Should ask Lucas about her.

Spotting Jordan and the rest of the team hanging outside the gym, Nathan waved his hand, as he ventured over.