Nathan pulled into the driveway and got out of his car. He was actually nervous. How could that be? Nathan Scott, Tree Hill's star basketball player and the most popular guy in school, was nervous about going to a girl's house. "Whoa," he mumbled to himself.

He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A minute later, the small brunette answered in only a sports and an illegally short pair of shorts. He looked her up and down a couple times before giving his trademark smirk.

"You look hot," Nathan said.

"Well, duh. I am hot, Nate," Brooke playfully replied. She stepped aside so he could enter the house. "What's going on?" she asked, walking into the living room with Nathan right behind her.

They both took a seat on the couch, almost sitting on top of each other.

"I just stopped by to see if you wanted to go down to River Court and play a little one on one. I figured you could use the practice, because you still kind of suck," Nathan teased, chuckling.

"I do not suck! I was pretty good once you guys told me how to make the shots. Actually, I was just about to go for a jog. Let me grab my tennis shoes, and then we can leave." Brooke ran upstairs only to return a couple minutes later now clad in tennis shoes and a zip-up hoodie. "Let's go."

They held hands as they jogged to River Court. Once they were within a block, Brooke dropped Nathan's hand and sprinted the rest of the way. Nathan only caught up to her once she was already at the court, shooting free throws.

"What took you so long? Don't you train between games, Scott?" Brooke teased.

"You're so funny. You obviously do a lot of jogging," Nathan said, rebounding the ball and tossing it back to Brooke.

"I jog when I'm confused and angry, so yeah, I've been doing a lot lately." She shot the ball and missed. "Damn."

"What are you confused about?" Nathan shot and made it.

"You. Me. Us," Brooke answered honestly as she chased after the ball and returned to the center of the court.

"Well, what a coincidence. Me, too. I have found a solution, though," Nathan said, coming to stand in front of her. He put his hands on her hips and looked into her eyes.

"What's your solution?" Brooke asked, trying not to tremble from his touch.

Nathan shrugged. "We go on a date," he said. He gently kissed her lips and tucked her hair behind her ear. "What do you say? Are you in?"

"I'll play you for it," Brooke said, stepping out of his arms and dribbling the ball. "If you win, we go on a date of your choosing. If I win, we go on a date of my choosing. That probably won't be too bad for you, though. Just ask your brother," Brooke teased.

"Lucas and I have talked enough for one day, I think."

"What do you mean?" Brooke asked, eyebrows raised.

"Well, it appears that Lucas saw us last night in your bedroom. He was going over there to ask if you wanted to hang out, but you didn't answer the door. He let himself in and saw us kissing on your bed. He was pissed this morning, but we talked and he's okay with it now," Nathan explained.

"Great. This is just what I need. He's going to think I'm paying him back for what he did with Peyton."

"Are you?"

"Excuse me," Brooke replied, looking Nathan directly in the eyes. "Do you honestly think I would do something like that?"

Nathan thought for a minute. "No, Brooke. I know you wouldn't do that to me."

"Alright, now give me the ball. I get it first."

"Why do you get it first?" Nathan asked, not handing over the basketball.

"Because I'm a girl, I'm smaller than you, and I'm hot. Hand it over."

"Fine, but just because you're hot," Nathan teased, tossing the ball to Brooke.

"Okay, first one to ten wins," Brooke announced.

She dribbled to the left and ducked under Nathan's arm. She made her lay-up shot and cheered. Nathan grabbed the ball and took it to the top. He faked to the left and went right, making his own lay-up. He did his own cheer to which Brooke scowled at him for mocking her. Brooke took the ball to the top and shot from there, making it.

Half an hour later, the score was 8-8. Nathan had the ball at the top and was getting ready to shoot when Brooke lunged for him. They both fell onto the ground, Brooke on top of Nathan. The ball rolled off the court into the grass nearby. Brooke looked down at Nathan and smiled triumphantly. He just looked at her in shock.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked, trying to be mad. He was distracted by the cheerleader laying on top of him to be too upset.

"I don't like losing," Brooke said, shrugging. "Come on. It's not like I hurt you. And it's just a game, right?"

"Whatever, Brooke. Just feel lucky that I can't think right now," Nathan said.

"And why is that, Scott brother number two?" she asked.

"Because I have this really hot babe laying on top of me," he replied honestly.

"Well, that really hot babe on top of you is having a little trouble thinking, too. There's only one thing on her mind."

"What's that?"

"This," Brooke said before leaning down to kiss Nathan. They lay there on the concrete court, growing deeper into their kisses. Brooke pulled back as Nathan started to unzip her hoodie. "Nathan, we're in public. We so have to stop." Brooke was struggling to follow her own instructions while Nathan kissed her neck.

"Yeah, we should stop," he agreed. "I don't want to stop, though."

"Same here. Let's at least move it somewhere more private. Like my house," Brooke suggested.

"That sounds good to me. You gotta give me a minute, though. I don't think I can walk right now."

Brooke chuckled and kissed Nathan's forehead. "You calm yourself down over here. I'll go get the basketball." She jogged over to retrieve their ball. She shot from the sidelines, making a three point shot. "Oh, look. I win. I get to plan out our date."

"Should I be scared?" Nathan asked, slowly getting off the concrete.

"Well, your older brother went on a date with me once. He ended up getting drunk, getting a tattoo, and losing his virginity to me all in one night. It was fun, though," she told him.

"Yeah, that's enough Lucas sex talk for me. But at least I'm not hard anymore. That kind of killed it," Nathan said, starting to walk off.

"Hey, buddy. Wait for me." Brooke ran to catch up with him only to have Nathan bolt as soon as she got close to him. Brooke laughed and started chasing him. They ran all the way to Brooke's house. Once they were on the porch, Nathan grabbed her around the waste and pulled her to him. He started kissing her again, distracting her from unlocking the door.

"Nathan, we have to get into the house before we start anything," she explained, opening the door.

"Why? Let all of Tree Hill see us for all I care. Plus, it'll serve Felix right for flaunting that mall skag in your face last week," Nathan said, moving down to kiss Brooke's neck.

"Mmm. That's... very true, but.... Nathan, we have to go into the house. Look, the door is already open. All you have to do is take a couple steps forward," Brooke explained.

"Fine. Once we're inside, you have to lose an article of clothing, though. Deal."

"Deal," Brooke said, finally kissing him back. She pulled him into the house and slammed the door shut.

Next door, Felix was walking out of his house when he noticed two people run into Brooke's front door. Then he noticed the car in her driveway.

"Isn't that Nathan Scott's car? What the hell is he doing at Brooke's house?"