"Coming to a realization"

I would like to thank Othfan1 for helping me out! I had NO idea how a draft worked so she explained it to me, and also wrote the entire last scene since I was clueless! Thank you!

"Oh Haley it is so good to see you again," Deb said as soon as she saw me. She then pulled me into a hug. It was good to see her again but I was more nervous then anything that she would want to know what happened. My stomach felt as if I had eaten knots for breakfast. "Its good to see you too Deb," I replied with a smile.

"Why don't we sit down," she told me as we walked toward a table more in the back of the small dinner. "Deb I have to be honest with you, I'm a little nervous. I don't know what you were told..." she cut me off right about here. I couldn't even finish my thoughts. A small smile appeared on her face, "Haley you don't need to worry about it. If you don't want to talk about what happened then we won't talk about it. Why don't you just tell me about what you have been up to the last couple of years." As soon as she said this I breathed a sigh of relief. Another day I had managed to avoid explaining what had happened.

"Well not much, I went to NYU and lived there until I graduated a year and a half early. That's when I started working for the Knicks." I explained about the past couple of years and what I had been doing. "Wow Haley, that's great that you got to graduate early. I didn't even know that you wanted to be a doctor." She replied once I was finished telling her. We both had just finished our lunch and by now were walking down the street just window-shopping. "I didn't really like to mention it back in high school. I always thought that everyone would expect me to become one, and well I didn't want the opportunity to disappoint them if I changed my mind." I said quietly, I still mainly kept my dreams to myself most which I didn't even share with Clark.

"I can understand that, but sometimes you need share dreams and hopes, that way you'll have someone to celebrate with when you accomplish it." She replied. "So Haley at lunch I noticed something, I hope you don't mind me asking," she started as she reach for my left hand and admired the ring on my left finger. "Oh yeah," I replied just remembering that I didn't take it off like I was going to. "How did you meet?" she asked. This surprised me, I thought she would start lecturing me on him, but she didn't. "He plays on the team," I replied. "Do you know Clark Jones?" I asked her. "Oh yeah, Nathan has mentioned that he can't wait to play ..." I cut her off as soon as I heard this. "What do you mean?!" I asked wanting to find out anything I could. "Oh nothing, forget I even mentioned It." She replied and started walking down the street again. "Deb what do you know?" I asked her as I caught up. "Haley I promised myself I wouldn't mention it to you." She replied. "It's to late, now would you please tell me Deb." I pleaded with her.

"Talk is that Nathan and Lucas might be drafted." She replied. "Oh, wow, I mean I didn't know they were even going that route." I replied. Relieved that that's all it was. "Well it's not for sure yet. I mean we won't know until tonight during the drafts, but yeah." She replied

I had spent about another hour with Deb before we said good-bye and I left. I went strait back to my office and immediately picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" I heard his voice answer. "Lucas!" I screamed at him. This caught him off guard. "Haley is that you? Is something wrong?" He asked me. "When were you going to tell me?!" I yelled back. I was furious that he had kept this from me. I knew I had asked him a lot over the past few years by not mentioning to anyone where I was but now he was keeping things from me. "Tell you what?" He asked, "Cody don't you dare put your sister in the dryer!" I heard him yell. "The Drafts dumb ass, what else!" I replied. "Hale's I have got to go, Cody is drying to put Jessy in the dryer, but just watch the drafts tonight. I love ya Hales." He added before he hung up.

I sat on the couch with a book in my lap, wondering why on earth I needed to learn about organizational behavior when it had nothing to do with my major, and clicked on ESPN for some background noise. I guess I figured that I could watch the draft if I got bored with org behavior and you never know which one of the guys that I looked at might be picked up. I knew that after today an tomorrow were over with, I would have more work to do, because I had to assist the team doc in getting all of the medical records for the new rookies to us, and then reviewing them for any major issues that we needed to be aware of. While I was reading, I heard a huge roar on the TV and saw that the Knicks had just traded our point guard for the first pick of the draft. 'Odd,' I thought, because nothing of the sort was even mentioned when I had spoken with the team earlier today. I knew that while our team didn't play great last year, we certainly didn't get the first pick in the draft. I know that we had the 15th pick, but this was all news to me. Putting my book down, I began to watch the draft intensely. Despite all the research that I had done on the available players, I didn't familiarize myself with more that the top 5 that we had discussed in the team meetings, so I knew that I would need to pay attention.

Just then, the announcement came across that the NY Knicks chose Nathan Scott as the first pick in the 2005 NBA draft. My heart was pounding and I couldn't even speak. I couldn't breathe, and I thought I was going to pass out. I watched as Nathan walked across the stage in his suit to pick up his jersey and shake hands with the commissioner. The crowd was roaring, because never in recent history had anything like this ever happened. Just then an announcement came across that the Clippers were on the clock. I sat back on the couch and felt my heart start to calm down. 'I can do this,' I thought. I picked up my book and tried vainly to concentrate on my homework. I had to get this reading done, but my mind was racing at the thought of Nathan coming to NY.

I heard the TV in the background make the comment that there appeared to be something in the works between the Clippers and another team, but no one was sure what was going on. I then heard that the Clippers had chosen Lucas Scott as their first pick in the draft. I thought back to Tree Hill and how that may or may not be a good thing for the brothers, considering everything that had happened back home. I knew that they had left on relatively good terms, but that their relationship was a volatile one and you could never count on what was going to happen next. Just as that thought came through my mind, ESPN announced that the Clippers had traded Lucas Scott to the Knicks in exchange for their first round pick and future considerations.

The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor with the TV announcers screaming about how this draft was going to make history. Never before had two brothers been drafted 1-2. Never before had one team garnered the first and second picks of any draft, and never before had two brothers played for the same team. Just then, my phone rang, and I struggled to get off of the floor to grab it. "Hello?" I croaked in a weak voice. "Oh my God, Hales, what are we going to do?" Brooke cried.

"Brooke?" I asked in a confused voice, I was still trying to figure out what had just happened. "Are you alright Haley?" she asked me with a concerned voice. "I don't know Brooke, I mean seeing Nathan again, after all these years, after what happened senior year." I replied. I sat down on the floor, holding the phone close to my ear. My hands were rapped around my knees. Tears started falling down my cheeks. "Well can you not see him" she asked me trying to help in anyway possible. "No, I'm the sports trainer Brooke. That means if anything happens to him, he has to come see me!" I replied getting annoyed. I wasn't annoyed with her, just the situation that I had gotten myself into. "Jessy just fell, I've got to go. But call me tomorrow ok." She replied. "Yeah, I will." "Haley, talk to him." Was the last thing she said to me before I heard the dial tone.