Lucas and Nathan made their way towards the gym. It was a hassle getting through the hallways and dodging the masses of students eager to go home, but they were determined to make it on time.

"We got one minute before Whitey has our asses."

"I know that lost minute can get us an ass whooping from him."

The boys picked up their pace in hopes to reach the gym before Whitey had the chance to humiliate their tardiness. There was no hope though; the packed hallways cost the boys to be late at least two minutes.

"Well well well if it isn't the Scott brothers," the old aged man with his Texan accent mouthed off to them. He never approved being 'late', "making a grand entrance are you?"

"Sorry Coach," Nathan got out still trying to catch his breath from the rushed sprint him and Lucas did.

"Whatever Cinderellas, join your team mates and take a seat," his watchful eyes hovering the two as they grabbed a seat before he presumed with his speech, "As I was saying before tardy one and tardy two made their grand entrance, that this is your last year to represent Tree Hill. You're seniors now and next year you'll either be playing pro basketball or doing God knows what, which I don't care. What I do care about is what's going to happen this year. We had a good season last year winning all of the games except for the championships, and I know some of you are still beating yourselves up," he looked over at Nathan and Lucas, "but tough! So what if you lost, you played your heart out under your best circumstances and you left with dignity. However since this is our last year I am going to push you even harder, and you and your scrawny selves aren't going to be happy about it, but you don't have coach written on your jacket. I do and that means I make the calls, got it?"

"What if your calls are dumb?" Cocky Vegas slumping in his chair smirked.

Nathan looked at Vegas with disgust. Vegas had been getting on his nerves lately, but slowly remembered he was like that the year before. He was the one making rude comments and undermining authorities. Man did he hate his old self.

"Well then Mr. Parker you can get acquainted with this bench right here," Whitey patted the wooden bench to his left," cause you'll be seeing more of it if you don't shut your mouth."

Vegas scoffed.

"Anyways Barbies, our first game is in two weeks so starting tomorrow I want your asses in my gym on time," he embellished 'on time' for Lucas and Nathan, "we got a lot of practicing to do," he began to walk towards the door, "now get the hell out of my gym."

Lucas turned towards Nathan, "Can you believe it Nate, and this is our last year to play for The Ravens or even be a part of a basketball team?"

"Nah I know I'll be playing pro and someday the NBA."

"Yeah but what if along the way it changes, what are you going to do?"

Nathan shrugged, "I haven't thought that far."

The two were interrupted with Vegas' loud voice, "Yo Nate come here."

Nathan walked over to where Vegas was sitting surrounded by a group of boys, Lucas stayed where he was too busy to look up from his book. Nathan butted knuckles with the other guys. He noticed Tim wasn't there but remembered he had a dentist appointment, "What's up?"

"You know my ex Jill?"

"Yeah?" Of course he knew Jill. The gorgeous girl he'd been hanging around for a while now.

"Well I got tired of her so I'm passing her off?"

"Passing her off?"

"Yeah you know giving her to you guys."

"Why?" Nathan was burning with anger though he didn't show it. Vegas was talking about Jill as if she were an object.

"Cause she's yesterdays news to me, she's old and used, I had my time with her and now I'm tired of it."

"Okay, so what are you getting at?"

"Whoever wants to do her can do her, she's great in bed."

Nathan couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vegas was clearly lying and making a fool of Jill. She never slept with him but it didn't matter. It was Vegas' word over hers, which there wasn't.

"You all can have her, one guy a week. Have your way with her and leave her, she's easy she doesn't care."

All the guys in the group were clearly excited except for Nathan. He knew what Vegas was doing, he did it himself a couple of times before. Quickly he tried to think of a way to get back at Vegas' game without seeming suspicious.

"Yo I'll have some of that ass," one of the guys yelled.

"Not before me," Nathan called out.

Vegas looked at Nathan, "I see you still got it in you Scott."

"Yeah well you know."

"Arright, she's yours but be sure to give her to one of the guys after, she must be passed around," Vegas chuckled.

"Yeah," Nathan said softly before turning and heading back to Lucas.

With his eyes fixated on the book Lucas finally peered up as Nathan approached him.

"Let's go," Nathan said sternly as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

"Why'd he call you over?"

"He was passing Jill around."

"As in passing her around for guys to mess with?"

"Yeah."

"Oh," Lucas's voice died down a bit, not sure what to say next, "poor Jill we have to do something."

"Don't worry I handled it."

Luke nodded as they got to their cars.

Nathan knew he had to do what he did. He was once like Vegas so he knew how to handle the situation. In order for Vegas to leave her alone as well as the other guys he had to put himself in it. Vegas wouldn't have let him take Jill if he knew it wasn't for sexual reasons. It was a bad situation he had gotten himself into, but he had to protect her. Pulling himself out of his thoughts he said bye to Lucas and headed towards Jill's to pick her up.