A/N: So I was going to have this up yesterday, but I
have been sick since Friday and still feel horrible
but I wanted to get this one out because it might not
be till Friday or Saturday till the nest update.
Sorry guys! Anyway, enjoy chapter six!
Oh and also, sorry if there are a lot of grammatical errors. I did this while like half asleep.
"Coach, you can't be serious?" Conner asked.
"I am, he's a great player."
"In what way? He made a couple of lucky shots. A
crippled guy could have made those shots."
"Conner, what does it say on your jersey?" Conner
threw Whitey a confused look, "the C on your jersey.
What does that C mean?"
"Coach don't try your reverse psychology on me..."
"It means captain. A leader, someone who controls
others, influences them. Four of your teammates
proved that they weren't leaders, and now you have to
suffer for that. The team has to suffer from them. Your team needs you now more than ever, and it's time for you to step up."
Conner was silent, "Coach, he won't be good for the
team. You do know who he is right?"
Whitey sighed, "yes Conner, I know exactly who Nathan
Scott is. But sometimes, people deserve to have
second chances. And in this case, Nathan deserves a
chance. He's a great ball player, and he can help us
win."
"Your going to regret this coach, once you see how he
really is."
Conner turned around and was about to head out the
door until Whitey stopped him, "you know what a
captain also does Conner? He puts his personal
problems aside and does the right thing."
Conner nodded and walked through the door without a
word. Whitey sighed.
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"This is a nightmare," Conner said next to me.
I shut my locker and turned to him, "Conner he's good.
Very good, and he can help you guys. A lot."
Conner grabbed my bag from me and we headed for my
Trig class, "I know he is. I won't deny that, but
he's an ass Haley. You know that. I just don't think
he will help us."
"You might not think that, but I bet everyone on the
team thinks otherwise."
He looked down on me, "he pulls any funny business and
I'll kick his ass."
I laughed and playfully punched him in the stomach,
"oh I know you will."
He bent down and pressed his lips down on my forehead,
"you think it's hot."
I laughed and pulled him closer to me as we walked
down the hallway.
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"Hey man."
Nathan turned his head to see Lucas standing next to
his locker, "hey."
"So Whitey wants to talk to you, now."
"About what?" Nathan asked closing his locker.
Lucas shrugged, "your guess is as good as mine. Good
luck man," he said the last part slapping him on the
back and walking away.
Nathan turned his head around to watch him walk away
only for his eyes to go to a kissing couple. Haley and
Conner.
Nathan watched as Conner tenderly kissed Haley and a
wave of complete anger swept through him.
He tore his eyes away from the couple and headed
towards whitey's office.
Knock Knock
"Come in," Whitey yelled.
Nathan walked in and shut the door behind him, "you
wanted to see me."
"Yes, sit down son." Nathan sat down in the chair
opposite of Whitey, "Nathan you did very well at
try-outs yesterday."
"I know," Nathan commented. He didn't need an old man
telling him how good he was.
Whitey smirked, "and it's obvious that you are capable
of playing at a very high level. You know how to
shoot, to get out of double teams, and you also aren't
one of those kids who hog the ball. You're a team
player, and those are the guys that I'm looking for."
"So let me guess, you want me to join your stupid
team?"
"I know for a fact that you would fit right in."
Whitey said.
Nathan laughed, "you're kidding me right? You
actually think I would ever play for you? For this
shit ass town? You really are crazy, crazier than
I thought you were." Nathan stood up and headed
towards the door.
"Lucas told me the reason why you don't want to play
for the team Nathan," Nathan stopped walking but
didn't turn around, "and I can understand why you
wouldn't want to play. But it was over eighteen years
ago, son. People don't care what happened in the
past, because they know that we can do it this year."
Nathan turned around, "you don't get it do you old
man? People always remember, why do think they all
hate me? Because they know who I am, they know who my
father is. Because of those people, I never could
have a normal life. I always got stuck with my
mom when I was little because no parent wanted their
child hanging out with Dan Scott's bastard of a son.
Because of those people I was pushed to the person I
am today. And you expect me to help win a
championship for them?"
Whitey was silent, stunned, and guilty.
"All you people do is think about yourselves and
basketball. It's pathetic. You're pathetic, your
team is pathetic." And with that, Nathan turned
around and walked out of the office. This time Whitey
didn't stop him.
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"Hey! Nathan!" A voice shouted from the hallway.
"Damn it, what now?" Nathan muttered to himself. He
turned around to see Lucas walking towards him.
"Hey so what did Whitey want?" He asked.
"He wants to me join the team."
"That's great, you're going to right?"
"And play for this fucking town for these bastards?
In your dreams," he said turning around. Lucas
followed him.
"Wait but I thought you wanted to try-out. Yesterday
you said..."
Nathan interrupted, "I was bored Pucas. I wanted to do
something, and showing up all your asses sounded fun."
"So everything I said yesterday, what you said. It was all for nothing."
"Pretty much," Nathan stopped walking once he reached
the door of the school and turned to Lucas, "but you
know Pucas if basketball doesn't work out for you.
You could make hallmark cards, your a very
inspirational speaker." Nathan leaned back against
the door opening it, "catchya later Pucas." Nathan
then turned on the door and headed towards his Harley.
Lucas watched him go.
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"Hey you!" I looked up from my books on my bed to my
door to see Lucas standing there.
I smiled up at him "hey Luke. To what do I owe this
surprise visit?" I watched him walk over to my bed
and sit down.
"I can't stop by and see my best friend?" He asked
innocently.
"Not unless you want something."
He laughed and then sighed afterwards. I crooked my
head to the side and gave him a questioning look.
"What's going on?"
"I guess I'm feeling like I just got punched in the stomach a hundred times."
"What do you mean?"
"You know Nathan Scott right?"
I nodded, of course I knew who he was.
"Yeah well I tried to help him, and he just proves
once more that he really is a jackass."
"Lucas, what are you talking about?" I was seriously
confused.
"I saw him at the rivercourt playing ball, and he was
good. Very good. I thought I persuaded him to try
out for the team, but in the end he was just playing
everyone. I should have known, I mean he is Nathan
Scott after all. Nicknamed the disappointment for a
reason."
"Lucas you can't help everyone, you know that."
"I just thought I could get though to him."
Looking at Lucas right now, I knew that Nathan messing
with him hurt him a lot. Lucas was always trying to
help and befriend people. Even the ones like
Nathan Scott.
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"You still talking to me?" I asked.
Nathan turned around and smirked, "why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know," I started walking towards him, "I
haven't seen you in a couple of days and the last time
I did see you, you seemed a little weird."
"I've had a lot on my mind," he said before turning
back around and shooting the ball.
"Can I ask you something?" I was standing next to him
now but my body was faced towards the basket.
"You can ask, but I might not answer."
"Okay. What I don't understand is that you spend so
much time here playing basketball and then you spend
so much time telling everyone you don't care about the
game. Why is that?"
I turned my head to see him close his eyes and take a
long sigh, "Hales I hear you or your friend talk to me
about this one more time I swear..."
"Nathan! You could have a future! You could go to
college! But the only way you can do that is if you
go after your dream."
"How the hell would you know what my dream is?" He
was yelling now.
"Maybe I don't, but Nathan I know that you love this
game. And I know that you want more in life than what
you have now."
Nathan just shook his head, "you people are crazy."
"Will you stop calling us you people! Why are we so
different from you Nathan, huh? What makes us so
different?"
"Oh I don't know the money, the family, the
social status, everything! We come from different
worlds Hales, why don't you understand that?"
"Because we don't Nathan. We both have family
problems, I don't live off of my mother's money I earn
all of it by working! And I don't give a crap about
that social stuff. I like you, that's all that
matters."
He looked at me for a couple of seconds before
speaking, "for eighteen years I have taken care of
myself while my mother drank her ass off. Everyone in
this town hates me because of the person who fathered
me. They look at me like I'm scum Haley, I can't walk
down the street without getting glances or looks."
He moved forward so he was right in front of me, and he
spoke quietly. "My whole life I have heard what a
screw up I am from people who don't even know me. My
whole life I have had to live in my father's shadow.
My whole life no one has believed in me."
I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him. It was
soft and slow. He wrapped his arms around my waist
and brought me closer.
After a couple of seconds we broke apart, our arms
still around each other. I looked up at him and
started to caress his cheek,
"I believe in you."
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"Coach?" Whitey looked up from his playbook on his
desk to the door.
"Now what could you possible want? Last time you were
in here you made it pretty clear that you wanted
nothing to do me."
Nathan guiltily half smiled, "can I sit down?"
"Close the door first." Nathan closed it then sat
down in the chair.
"First I just wanted to apologize for what I said
earlier, I was out of line."
"Yes, yes you were. But it's understandable."
Nathan nodded, "and second. I know this is a lot to
ask and I will understand if you say no but I was sort
of hoping I could take you up on that offer."
Whitey was quite for awhile, "if it was anyone else I
would be laughing my ass off right now. But because I
know you have potential I'm going to give you a second
chance."
Nathan nodded, "thank-you."
"However, I do have a few demands that you will
follow. One: you will attend all of your classes.
Two: your grades must rise by the end of the quarter.
And three: you and your captain get into a fight on
or off the basketball court you will be kicked off.
Do we have an understanding?"
Nathan nodded, "yes sir."
Whitey smiled, "good. Practice today at 5. Don't be
late."
Nathan again nodded before getting up. He was about
to reach for the doorknob when the old man stopped
him,
"if you don't mid me asking. What changed you mind?"
Nathan smirked for a second before turning around to
meet the eyes of Whitey,
"I guess I just realized that I have someone who
believes in me."
A/N: Hope you liked the update! Don't forget to
review! They will really brighten me up while I'm
sick ;) Haha!
P.S. Who else is super excited for Lost to come back
on this week? Ahh! I am so excited! But not as
excited as the new episode of OTH! This one is gonna
be a jaw dropper! Haha!