The crowd was in an uproar. Loud chants and hollering boosted up the player's on the court causing them to highten their game. Each scream and praise sent more points on the scoreboard. The cheerleaders were doing a great job themselves aiding in the cheering, creating a ball of enthusiasm. Blue and white pom poms shook everywhere symbolizing who's court it was and who's game it belonged to.

"And it's half time everybody, a short intermission has been called letting our players rest a little. I'm keeping entertained tonight by my cohost for the evening Jill Reynolds who happens to be the daughter of Tree Hill High's new principal. Now tell me Jill, for a girl who's supposedly basketball handicapped how is it you know more about the game than I do?"

"Mouth the master never reveals her secrets. It's all about the surprises you throw at people that keeps them entertained."

The tiny boy laughed as he adjusted himself in his seat.

"You heard it from her folks."

She giggled a bit before informing Mouth the end of the intermission. The boys were back on the court ready to duke it out once more. This time to see who takes home the first victory.

Jill looked around for a bit as Mouth announced the player's on the court. The majority of the fans were all from Tree Hill. No wonder the Bear Creek Warriors felt like crap Jill thought, they lacked support. Plus their team sucked. Those were the words her and Mouth made for the opposing team. She scanned over to where the cheerleaders sat and smiled at Brooke and Peyton who waved cheerily. She hadn't noticed Dan sitting to her left a couple of seats over until she felt his eyes burning a hole through her. She turned his way sheepishly giving him enough time to flash her his sinister grin. Sending him a fake smile letting him know she cared less for his presence. Go figure she thought, at his son's game to pick apart Nathan's play. What a bastard. Shaking her head, she turned around paying attention to Mouth's announcement

"Number 23 Nathan Scott has the ball but is being guarded by number 11 Ryan Rickfield. Nathan passes it to number 3 Lucas Scott but it seems the Bear Creek Warriors have caught on to the Ravens Tactics for number 8 Aiden Smalls has Lucas hooked. A quick pass to number 18 Vegas Parker who tries to fake pass his way from number 9 Horatio Sanchez it's a no go. I shake my head everyone, it seems like a cat and mouse chase that never ends with these two teams. The Bear Creek Warriors have certainly been working on their defense this summer," he moved his mic to take a sip of water, "but wait I see hope. There is a light after all. Number 18 Vegas Parker throws it to a now open Nathan Scott who quickly grabs this chance to make a basket, but oh shot down. On his back once again is number 11 Ryan Rickfield. Man this kid is like a leech, he won't come off. The two have travelled far down the court not even close to the basket. This is how bad Rickfield has it for Scott. 23 Scott fakes a fade and is at an advantage, Rickfield a little thrown off tries to regain composure. Oh no okay it seems Nathan Scott is attempting a hundred foot throw here. Is he? Is he? Oh yes he is."

Mouth shut up for a second and it seemed so did the whole gym as silence enveloped the confinement as everyone waited in anticipation. It wasn't the winning shot yet but it was close so every basket count and with the points from this throw, the closer the win!

Jill watched on with everyone holding her breath.

"Calm on Nathan you can do it," she whispered as she kept her hands to her mouth.

"And it's a shoo in!"

Those words were all it took before the crowd was yelling and screaming again.

"Three points closer to victory folks thanks to Nathan Scott," Mouth clapped feverishly.

Walking back to his spot Nathan looked up at Jill who was smiling at him. He smiled back as he wiped the sweat off his brow with his arm

"That was for you," he mouthed off to her.

Jill just stared at him. He had already gone back to playing the game but in her mind everything seemed to stop. All around her the crowd was busy cheering but she couldn't hear it. All she could do was replay what Nathan said. There was this weird feeling engulfing her body. Not a bad one, good actually. She smiled meekly.

The crowd was still going off on a rampage, too busy to notice the little display Nathan did, all but two people that is. Dan Scott sat in his seat grinning while a very disturbed Vegas stared on.

The game continued on, with the Ravens on a winning streak. Their points seemed to escalate at top speed leaving the Warriors in the dust. Not for long though, they caught up in the nick of time.

"Thirty more seconds until the end and the Ravens are tied with the Warriors thirty six to thirty six. Everyone's holding their breath counting on Nathan Scott to pull them to supremacy once again, including myself and I'm sure my lovely co host."

Jill nodded without saying a word, her eyes were too fixated on the last few seconds.

Tim had the ball but was quickly guarded by one of the larger guys. He threw it to Lucas who had to pass it to Nathan because he too was ambushed. Nathan flew for the ball but was knocked out by Rickfield who elbowed him in the face.

"Ouch that's got to hurt. An elbow to the eye gives us a good advantage for the ref is calling in a foul and allowing Nathan two shots. All we need is one good one and we're set. Bad that he looks hurt but good that we might win. Let's hope his vision wasn't imapired by that."

Nathan stood in the middle as everyone stared on. The side of his face was beginning to bruise as the blood rushed to the impacted area. Damn that Rickfield, he's going to get it Nathan fumed. He knew it was all up to him and he wasn't going to let everyone down. Raising the ball he shot it towards the basket.

"Darn the impaired vision and that fresh laceration forming, Nathan Scott missed the shot. One more left."

He was a little disappointed he didn't get it in. The clock was ticking and there were only two seconds left. He shook his head to clear his mind's vision and just went for it. Letting the ball roll off his fingers, he let it fly.

Everyone waited in apprehension as the ball flew in the air. Their mouths were practically drooping.

swish into the basket

"Give it to Nathan Scott to win one for team. It went in ladies and gentlemen. First game first win. I think this is the beginning of a great season. Now all we need is the crowd to snap back from their state of shock and cheer."

And with that, the crowd roared and Nathan was picked up by his team mates. It indeed was a great victory for a first game.

"All is well in the land of basketball. I'm Mouth McFadden and umm my co host Jill Reynolds is still dumbfounded so I'll say bye for her. Goodnight everyone and thanks for keeping in tune with Until then!"

Mouth patted Jill on the shoulder before he walked down the bleachers. Jill smiled and soon followed his suit. She watched the team celebrate with their riot carrying.

Nathan noticed Jill sitting on the bottom bleacher. He butted knuckles with the rest of the team then made his way towards her smirking.

"Not bad for our first game huh?"

He stood in front of her as she sat, practically towering over her.

"Not bad at all. You managed to shoot the winning score Mr. Big Shot."

"I did."

She rolled her eyes and giggled. Getting up from her seat she threw her arms around him.

"Congratulations Nathan."

"Thanks."

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer.

Across the room Vegas was grabbing his bag. Looking up his eyes darted towards Nathan and Jill embracing. He didn't like that sight much, in fact he was sort of jealous. Throwing his sneakers into the bag he rushed over to the other side.

"What the hell is this?"

His voice broke the two apart causing them to look at him strangely as well as the onlooking spectators.

"Vegas what are you talking about?" Jill looked at him wierd.

He completely dismissed what she said and directed his words towards Nathan.

"Scott this little display doesn't look good. You said you were only going to use her. What's all this cuddling and sweet business shit?"

Jill looked at Nathan. Hoping to get an answer, a good one.

"What's he talking about?"

Nathan choked, "I uh it's not what you..."

"Oh shit you didn't know," Vegas looked at Jill, "Nathan was only getting you all comfy so he could bang you and leave you."

Jill's heart sank. What the fuck was going on? Her mind was racing a million thoughts, not sure what to believe.

"Is this true?"

Nathan saw her distraught face, she was hurt.

"Jill let me explain."

She put her hand up to silence him.

"No I'd rather you didn't," she stared at him icily as she shook her head.

"Jill you don't understand."

"I said stop Nathan, stop talking. Just just leave me alone okay?" Hurt filled her voice as it trembled.

Brushing passed everyone she ran out the gym door.

Nathan closed his eyes and sighed. His plan to protect her only ended up hurting her. All thanks to Vegas.

"What the fuck is your problem Vegas?" He was becoming enraged with anger, ready to pummel the blonde any second.

"It's not my problem you screwed up Nathan. You can't be perfect all the time," he laughed as he walked off.

Nathan was so ready to jump him but was stopped by Tim and Lucas who held him back. He threw them off.

"Get off me," his voice filled with anger. He picked up his bag and stormed off in the opposite direction, slamming the steel door behind him. Almost causing the hinges to unhinge.