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Anyways…. Here's chapter 4.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill.
Have you ever had that feeling where you feel like your insides are going to burst out right in front of you? But instead of that putting you out of your misery and granting you your untimely death, your string of never ending bad luck would see to so you could live through it, basking in the pulsating agony? Have you ever been at that point? Lucas Scott was at that point right now. He pushed himself harder up and down the basketball court over and over again, but it was no use. The throbbing ache radiating throughout the whole right side of his body just wouldn't allow him to keep up with his team mates.
He couldn't take it anymore. Stopping, Lucas bent over, placing his hands on his knees, desperately trying to get oxygen to fill his lungs. It wasn't like he was tired at all. He was the fastest runner on the team, so the constant urges from Whitey to run harder didn't faze him at all. The pain, however, had gotten too much for him to take, so there he stood, hunched over in the middle of the basketball court, gasping for breath.
Whitey blew his whistle furiously, signalling for the rest of the team to stop running their exercises.
"LUCAS!" he yelled across the gym, drawing the attention of the rest of the team to stare at the lanky blonde a couple of leg lengths behind them.
Lucas heard his name being called, but he couldn't respond. The pain was too much and his current heavy breathing was only making the situation worse as his intercoastal muscles tugged angrily at his ribcage, focusing specifically, it seemed, on that one particular cracked one located on the right side of his body.
"LUCAS!" the angry southern drawl came again, this time coming from directly above him.
"Whitey…" Lucas gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, " I….I can't…."
He couldn't get the words out of his mouth however, as all of his attention was focused on the pounding in the right side of his body.
"DO YOU NEED TIME TO CATCH YOUR BREATH?!" Whitey gritted his teeth as he stood over the week teen.
A couple of feet away, Nathan rolled his eyes.
"See!" he yelled, loud enough for everyone in the gym to hear, "I told you that letting this bastard on the team was a bad idea!" he stalked over to where Whitey and Lucas were situated.
"Nathan…" Whitey shot in a warning tone. Sure he was a little pissed off right now, but he was above the kind of behaviour that Nathan was displaying right now.
"No, Whitey!" Nathan yelled, frustrated, "I told you it was a bad idea, the whole team did, but you didn't listen! I bet you're regretting it now!"
Nathan paused to look down at his bastard brother, and much to his satisfaction, he could see that his shoulders had hunched. Good. That meant that his words were getting to him.
"We've got a big game in a month Coach," he continued, a bit quieter so his words were focused specifically on Whitey and Lucas, but still loud enough for the others to hear, "He's the weak link."
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Lucas walked to his car after practice had finished, Nathan's words still ringing in his ears. He was the weak link. Not 'a' weak link, but 'the' weak link. This was all he needed. Basketball was the one area of his life that he was good at, besides his achedemics. Basketball allowed his to release all of his frustration in a healthy manner. Unlike at home, in basketball, he fought back because it was expected of him in order to beat the opposition and in a way, basketball made him feel safe, because during every game, he could forget all of his troubles even if it was just for a few hours. But Nathan's words had got him to question his spot on the team. Was all of this worth it if basketball became just another place for his to be tormented, because if it was, he wasn't sure if he could do it. He leant against his car, closing his blue eyes and exhaling deeply out of frustration, however instantly regretting it as his ribcage protested.
"Hey Sexy,"
He was pulled out of his distressing thoughts as a girl, fully dressed in her cheerleader uniform came walking over to him, swinging her hips and biting her lip seductively. Lucas's eyes snapped open and a smile graced his lips as he recognised his girlfriend, Sarah making her way across the parking lot and over to him.
"Hey you," he sighed happily as she snaked her arms around his neck.
"Hey back," Sarah smiled, leaning up and placing her full lips onto his.
Lucas' hands soon found their way into her long red hair, savouring in it's silkiness. After the hell of a practice he had to endure, holding the girl he so desperately loved in his arms and kissing her was definitely welcome.
Sarah traced the flesh of his lip with the tip of her tongue and he gladly parted his lips, welcoming her into his mouth, just enjoying her as much as he could before he had to return home. Sarah unlooped her arms from around Lucas' neck and softly trailed them down it. She smiled against their kiss when she felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. She continued to trail her fingers from his neck and onto his shoulders, moving past them to caress his rock hard pecks, and finally, his washboard abs loving the feel.
Lucas flinched, hissing in pain, pulling away from his girlfriend when he felt her hands rub vigorously up an down his sides. Sarah frowned up at his at his sudden movement, shooting him a questioning glance.
"Sorry," Lucas sighed, nervously running a hand through his sandy blonde hair, searching for an explanation, "I, uh, practice was pretty rough today….. my muscles are aching pretty bad."
Sarah reached up and took her turn in running her hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I saw that," she smiled, "and heard it"
Lucas knew she was referring to Nathan's comments, and she knew it had hurt him when she felt his body go rigid at the mere mention of it.
"Yeah, well, I'll get it back. I'll just have to start training harder."
"Good idea," Sarah stated, moving in closer to Lucas.
Lucas rolled his eyes.
"I think you should," Sarah continued, " you're pretty damn scrawny!"
She placed a hand on either side of his body and shook him gently for emphasis. She stopped, however when she saw Lucas' face contort in pain.
"Sorry!" she apologised, instantly removing her hand from where they were.
"It's O.K," Lucas reassured his girlfriend when he had composed himself, forcing a convincing smile. He cupped her cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb.
"I'm fine, really, I just…."
He was cut off by laughter coming from the distance. The couple turned to see Nathan and a few of his jock friends watching the interaction between his brother and his girlfriend. Lucas rolled his eyes again. Sarah was one of the most popular people in the whole of Tree Hill High, the whole town even. People worshiped her because she could get whatever she wanted. She was rich, popular and beautiful, so the whole school constantly questioned as to why she would associate with Lucas Scott, especially the boys, and especially the popular crowd and Lucas was becoming extremely tired of having to put up with it.
"Don't let it get to you baby," Sarah cooed, stealing a glance at Nathan.
"I know," Lucas sighed, running his hand once again through her lustrous locks, "I'm not."
Lucas glance up his watch and silently cursed himself, he was running late. He turned around, ignoring the calls from across the car park and opened his car door.
"I gotta head home," he called after Sarah, "you wanna ride?"
As much as he knew he was gonna be late, he wasn't about to leave her here without any means of getting home. It was getting dark, and he couldn't risk anything happening to her.
Sarah noticed the urgency to get home in her boyfriend's voice as he held open the car door for her and she hesitated.
"Nah, it's cool. You get home and I'll catch a ride with one of the girls."
Lucas looked at her, unconvinced.
"Really," Sarah urged, pushing her boyfriend's shoulders down, forcing him into the car, "go, I'll be fine!"
Lucas nodded in response, convinced that his girlfriend would be O.K. Sarah lent down and placed one last kiss upon Lucas' lips, pulling away just that little bit earlier, wanting to leave him wanting more.
"I love you," Lucas sighed happily, resting his forehead against hers.
"I know you do," Sarah replied, smiling. Closing the car door for him, she turned and strutted back towards the school gym, hearing Lucas' car turn, and leave the school parking lot.
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"Great, this is just friggin' great!" Lucas thought as he trudged down the school hall towards the boys' locker room. Not only had he been late, but he had left his English book in his locker after practice. That would be all he needed – another reason for Mr. Thomas to go off on him in front of the whole class. He rubbed his newly bruised arm. If Matt was angry now, he just couldn't wait for round two when he got home again. Rounding the corner, he pushed open the door to the locker room. Upon finding his locker, and digging out the book he needed, he turned to leave, but was stopped in his tracks when he heard laughter…… girl laughter. After thinking it over, curiosity got the better of him and he rounded the corner. It took all the strength he had in him to not collapse right there and then as he felt his heart break into a thousand pieces.
"What about the Bastard?" a deep voice came as he viciously ravaged the girls' neck.
"He doesn't have to know" she gasped, discarding both their shirts to the floor.
"Ohh Nathan!" she groaned as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, grinding her hips against his as he pushed he back harder against the wall, tugging at her flowing red locks.
Lucas snapped from his trance, not wanting to see… or hear anymore. Backing out slowly, so as not to make a noise, he made his way to his car for the second time that day. He gripped where his heart lay, holding on tight out of fear that if he didn't, it would stop beating altogether. He wouldn't cry. He couldn't. if he got home and Matt saw that he'd been crying, it would only fuel; his anger even more. He'd suffered enough today, he thought, if any more unnecessary pain was brought upon him, besides the inevitable one he would receive upon his return, he might just pray to be taken from this world altogether.
The throbbing agony in his side was momentarily forgotten, as it made way for the new one in his heart.