A/N: Here is chapter two, hope you enjoy it. Took me 3 days to write this!! Please Review and let me know what you think!

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Chapter Two: Two Can Play that Game

If you thought Lucas Scott was something, you obviously hadn't met his younger brother yet, Nathan. The two Scott brothers were definitely a force to be reckoned with. The two were so alike and yet extremely different. While Lucas was blond and seemingly innocent, his brother Nathan was a brunette that didn't have an innocent looking bone in his body. Lucas being an English teacher was more behind the scenes while Nathan, being the coach of the 1 Basketball team, the Tree Hill Ravens, he was always in the lime light and that was the way he liked it. They were both amazingly good looking, that was for sure.

Nathan loved his job as Coach. Basketball was his favorite sport in fact seven years ago to be exact, Nathan Scott along with his brother Lucas Scott, led the Tree Hill Ravens to their very first victory! It was uphill for the Ravens after that. Besides being able to coach his favorite sport, there were other perks to Nathan's job at Tree Hill, perks that he would have never imagined. Yeah, he definitely had the perfect job.

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day and the end of Nathan's gym class. It couldn't have ended at a better time for Nathan. He was some what in a bad mood. He had woke up with a major hangover this morning, a result from last night activities and to add to this his morning stress he had to turn in an another evaluation sheet to the principal and schedule a day for him to come audit his class. This investigation crap was really getting on his nerves but he was happy to see that it was dieing down. He didn't have anything to worry about anyways, he never did.

He watched as his boys made their way into the gym already dressed in their warm up clothes. He had them well trained.

"Coach, you want us to start suicides?" The star player Skillz asked as he jogged passed Nathan.

"You know what to do," Nathan called after him as he blew his whistle. "Let's get to work boys!" Nathan was just so tense and pissy today and he really had no idea why but he did know one thing, he really didn't want to be here. That was until he heard the voice that always cheered him up.

"Come on girls, let's get stretching" came the loud and raspy voice of head cheerleader Brooke Davis. Her eyes moved to his but only for a second before she moved them hopping in front of her girls, giving Nathan the view of her back.

He watched her but never in an obvious manner, always glancing over every once and a while. He was a pro.

After they were done with their normal stretches, Brooke told them to drop into splits making sure that she took the longest and was the last to drop. She could feel his eyes on her and she couldn't help but smirk. She loved driving him crazy, it was something she strived for, not that it ever took much effort.

When Nathan blew his whistle for the guys to break, Brooke took this opportunity to practice their routine. To say that it was a promiscuous one would be an understatement. The lack of clothing that the girls were wearing did not help out either. Their booty shorts and skin tight tanks were enough to make a guy hard alone. The routine really was the icing on the cake for the guys.

"Everyone in positions!" Brooke yelled as she skipped over to her place, right in front of everybody. "Bevin hit it!" Bevin did as she was told and the minute the music was heard the girls came alive.

The guys sat on the bleachers in a trance as they watched the girls twist their hips and shake their booty's. Brooke looked around at every guy while she danced, pulling them into her with her hazel orbs, stopping on one guy in particular. She drank Nathan in with every dip and split she hit. Her teeth latched unto her bottom lip as she smirked at him. She loved how he just stood there in the middle of the court, his arms crossed over his very apparent muscular chest. She loved how he acted like he wasn't fazed by any of her movements when she knew it was taking everything in him not to pounce on her in front of everybody.

The routine ended and the guys rose applauding the girls for their very...sexy show. The girls beamed as their egos went higher with every pair of hands that clapped but Brooke was looking at only one guy in particular.

"So what did you think Coach Scott?" she asked sweetly as she bit her lip nervously.

"Let's see," Nathan let out, never once breaking his facade. "You dropping into splits left and right, touching yourselves in inappropriate places, and being EXTRA sensual with every move...do you really want me to answer that."

Brooke's eyes narrowed at that. "I don't think I would have asked you if I didn't want to know," she snapped, her hands slapping on her hips. All eyes were on them as they watched the argument play out between the coach and the head cheerleader, not that it was anything out of the ordinary, the two always seemed to butt heads.

"Watch the attitude Ms. Davis," he warned. "The dance is not school appropriate."

Brooke smirked at this. "A lot of things aren't school appropriate MR. Scott," she argued making sure to put emphasis on the 'Mr.' she knew how much it irritated him.

He rolled his eyes at her antics. She was always doing this. "When you give my whole basketball team boners, I think it is safe to say it's not school appropriate."

"Are you just mad because you didn't get one," she let out rather teasingly as she ran her hand through her hair. The whole gym erupted with laughter and ooh's after that.

"See me after practice Miss Davis. I will not tolerate your behavior," he let out angrily as he turned to his boys. "Hit the showers," he commanded as he ran his hands through his hair. He gave Brooke one more look before retrieving to his office, the one that once belonged to his coach, Whitey Durham.

It didn't take long for the sassy brunette to show up. "You rang Mr. Scott?" she asked teasingly as she shut the door behind herself.

"Quit with the 'Mr.' crap," he let out his eyes narrowed before looking back down at his game schedule.

"Did somebody have a bad day?" she whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine.

"You have no idea," he let out as his head hit his desk tiredly.

"Let me make it better," she continued letting her tongue flick out and brush his ear. He groaned. Did she have any idea how she drove him insane?

Nathan closed his eyes as he thought back to the first time he had ever came into contact with the fiery brunette.

He had always known of the spunky girl, even when he was a teenager he would hear about the famous Brooke Davis and all the trouble that always seemed to follow the eight year old. But it wasn't until her senior year when he really came into contact with the brunette temptress. It all started when Brooke just happened to have detention, not that this was anything out of the norm, but the teacher that she had it with definitely was.

Flash back

Nathan Scott tried his best to look poised as he ran down the long Tree Hill Hallway, his destination, detention. Nathan hated detention duty almost as much as he hated jury duty. He had so many better things to be doing. He wasn't one of the 'boring teachers with no life' so he called them. He actually had a life and a good one at that. He was single and so loving it. He had a different girl each week...sometimes each day when he was bored. Plus he had his team to be thinking about. The championship game was only a month away. He really didn't need this detention duty.

Nathan walked into the classroom collapsing in his chair. The students just eyed each other as they took in the angry demeanor of the teacher.

"As you guys can probably tell, I really do not want to be here," Nathan let out in his deep voice as he took out a Sports Illustrated magazine from his briefcase. "So don't talk and don't irritate me and we will be out of here before you know it," he finished finally looking up at the students that sat before him. "No cell phones," he added after giving the group one more look. Surprisingly the detention today consisted of mostly females. Only two males accompanied the five females in the room and one of them was Nathan. Nathan also noticed that the five females just happened to be five members of the Tree Hill Varsity Cheerleading Squad.

Nathan shook his head at this. He was sure there was an interesting story behind their attendance. "Let me take roll," he spoke to no one in particular as he picked up the clip board on the side of the desk. "Bevin?"

"Here!" Exclaimed an overly excited blond. "This is so awesome!"

Nathan quirked a brow at her before shaking his head and moving on. She definitely was playing the dumb blond to a 'T'.

"Theresa?"

"Here." It was a shame that Nathan didn't know any of these girls by their name. He only supervised them twice a week at their practices! Pathetic.

"Nicole?"

"Here."

"Peyton?"

"Here."

"Rachel?"

"Yeah I'm here," she let out as she sat back in her chair.

"Marvin?"

"Mouth," the boy in the corner let out before lowering his head in shame.

"And Brooke," Nathan read off before looking up for the brunette. He might not have been able to put the name with the face for any of the other girls but he easily could with Brooke. He couldn't say he was surprised to not find the brunette here, with her reputation and all.

"Figures," he muttered before looking up to the boy in the corner, Mouth.

"So why exactly are you in here Mouth?" he asked as he leaned back into his chair bringing his magazine to mask his face.

"We're all in here for the same thing," he replied looking around at the girls.

"Which is?" Nathan asked without looking up.

"Brooke Davis," they all let out together. And Nathan couldn't help but chuckle at this.

"You rang?" came the sultry voice of Brooke Davis. She certainly did have impeccable timing.

Nathan stared at her. She was dressed in blue cheer shorts and a white tank top, her hair sitting on the top of her head in a messy ball with loose strands framing her face. She looked like something out of a wet dream standing there in the doorway.

"You're late," Nathan responded after finally getting over the vixen. He returned his eyes back to his magazine casually turning a page.

"I had to get the rest of my team started since I have to be in here for a hour," she replied as if he should have known this. "The Classic are only a month a way you know?"

"No I did not know nor does it matter Miss Davis," he concluded as he sat his magazine on the desk. "What matters is that you are late," he sighed. "You're going to have to sign up for another detention."

Brooke giggled after that. "You're kidding right?" she asked with the famous 'Brooke Davis smirk'.

He chucked back before his face was suddenly serious. "I'm really not."

Brooke stood there for one more minute before realizing that he really was serious. "Fine!" she let out before turning to make her dramatic exit.

"See me in my office tomorrow so we can reschedule," he yelled after the brunette as he shook his head. That girl really was something else.

End Flashback

"Come here," he let out huskily as he grabbed her pulling her over his lap. He took her mouth possessively, forcing his tongue inside to explore his territory. She loved it when he was rough with her. She loved it when she felt that he needed her. A lot of girls would have called it getting 'used' but that wasn't what it was to Brooke Davis. She knew that he needed her just as much as she needed him and it made her happy to know that she had such an impact on him.

His tongue left her mouth, traveling quickly to her neck. She moaned. "You know that was a very naughty of you to put me on the spot like that," he let out huskily as his hands pulled her closer to him. She smiled into him.

"You were asking for it," she replied. "Did you really not like it?"

He broke the kiss looking at her in confusement. "Baby," he paused grabbing her hand and sliding over his growing bulge. "It took all of me to hold this back for that stupid routine, please don't ever do that again," he looked at her playfully before taking her lips once more.

Brooke moaned as her hands reached his hoodie pulling it off along with his t-shirt. She stared at his tanned, chiseled chest before her hands took over. His body was like a work of art, one that admiring it was not enough. She had to touch it.

She reached for his pants after that, sliding them down as he shimmied out helpfully.

He smirked at her. "Someone is in a rush," he teased as he ran his hands over her tank, stopping at her breast for a second before pulling the whole thing off.

"And you aren't" she whispered in his ear as she felt him fiddle with her panty line.

"Touché," he let out as he held her up with one hand while the other pulled her shorts and panties down. He was in a hurry. She was driving him crazy and she knew it. That was what frustrated him. When he was with her he never felt completely in control.

"Come on baby," she whispered as she leaned up to reach his ear. "I know you want it." That was all he needed to hear before he rose from his chair Brooke in his arms.

She yelped as her back hit against his cold office wall. His hands grabbed at hers as he pinned them above her head before bringing his lips to her neck.

Moans of ecstasy escaped her mouth as he continued to ravish her. She was on fire and he was driving her insane. "Please Nathan," she pleaded as her hands wrapped tightly around his, begging him.

He loved it when she begged. It was like sweet music to his ears. But he wanted her to wait a little longer.

To bad that wasn't what she wanted. Her hand detached from his expertly before sliding down to his pants and grabbing at his crotch.

He groaned, looking her square in the eye. "You're not being fair."

"Neither are you," she smiled as she pressed her body closer to his. She could feel his penis on her leg and it excited them both to no end. She smiled at him, biting her lip as she nodded her head for him to do something. He couldn't wait any longer and she knew he wouldn't be able to.

He leaned down, kissing her on the lips sweetly before grabbing a condom of his desk and placing it over himself quickly. Then he thrusted into her, long and hard. She screamed his name before biting down on his shoulder. She didn't think she would ever get use to his size. It always took her by surprise.

"Please Nathan," she let out between moans. "Faster."

Her wish was his command. He sped up making the brunette gasp continuously. Her body escalated up the wall with every thrust Nathan gave. It was amazing. Brooke came soon and Nathan followed her, both of them collapsing on the floor after.

"It never gets old with you," Brooke let out as she let her hands explore his chest once more. He smirked before bringing his lips down to hers for another searing kiss.

"I am too lucky," he let out after, brushing her face with his fingers. The look in his blue eyes made the brunette melt. But he would never know that. He would never know how he had captured her heart a long time ago.

"Let's do something tonight," Brooke suggested as she played with his fingers a smile plastered on her face. But the reaction that she got was not the one she had expected.

"Umm," he started as he brought his arm that was once cradling her to his hair, running it through. "I have plans with Haley tonight," he informed speaking of another one of his girls.

"Oh," Brooke let out solemnly before trying her best to look as if this news did nothing to her. "Whatever," she finished as she slid away from him, standing up to gather her clothes.

She was not happy with his news, he could tell, even though she tried her best to hide it. "We could do something tomorrow Brooke," he suggested, trying his best to cheer up the beautiful girl.

"No, I got something to do," she lied as she quickly dressed, making sure to avoid his eyes. She would find something to do, that was for sure.

"Don't be mad with me, ok?" he continued as he too started to get dressed.

"You don't tell me what to do," she snapped, finally looking up at him with dark hazel orbs. "I have nothing to be mad about anyways. You can do whatever the hell you want," she grabbed her purse after pulling her hair into a loose ponytail.

"Ok," he let out confused as he walked over to her embracing her in a one-sided hug. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked as he pecked her on the lips.

"Yeah," she nodded, her eyes as empty an anorexics stomach. "You go have your fun," she started as she kissed him again, smiling. "But don't get mad if I do the same."

With that she turned away from him, strutting like a pro out of his office. Two could play at the game. Nathan had no idea who he was messing with.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I enjoyed writing it, in fact now I have an idea where I am going with it, I just need to write a story outline and see if everything works out. Please Review!! The more reviews the sooner I update!!

P.S: Thanks Tamara for the advice! And Todditan for the awesome review!!