NATHAN SCOTT
NOT MY GIF.
Storyline: You bumped into Nathan before his game where he asks you out.
"Woah, there Allstar. You have to be careful." You tell Nathan when you guys bump into each other. "I don't want you to get hurt before your big game."
Nathan laughs. "I'm glad you finally decided to come," he casually says with his signature smirk. You roll your eyes.
"Yeah, the door is still there." You and Nathan have been flirting and teasing each other for a while now. You knew it would never get serious between the two of you so you went on with it.
"SCOTT, GET YOUR ASS HERE!" Whitey yells. You both look at him smiling.
"You should go."
"I should."
"Yeah, don't waste my time. You better win this game, Allstar." He repeatedly says he hates when you call him Allstar but deep down you know he loves it.
He smirks. "Tell you what Y/N, if I make the winning basket, you have to go on a date with me."
"And, if you lose?"
"I'm not going to lose, Y/N." You roll your eyes. "Do we have ourselves a deal?"
"Fine, Nathan."
You watch him leave before taking a seat next to Peyton. "I'm so happy I quit cheerleading. Now, I can watch the game with one of my best friends." You smile elbowing her side a little as a sign of affection.
Ravens were leading by 24. You kept glancing over at Nathan, then the scoreboard. Nathan gets the ball from Lucas, he places himself at the free throw line and shoots. Your heart is racing like crazy. "I hope it's in." Peyton suddenly says.
"YEAH!!! RAVENS TAKES THE WIN." Mouth's voice echoes through the gym's speakers.
Nathan looks in the crowd for you and stops when he sees you. He stares at you smirking while you clap your hands together. "What was that about?" Peyton asks.
"He told me that if he makes the winning basket, I'd have to go on a date with him."
"What, and you agreed?" I nod. "You know he never misses his throws right?"
You smirk, "Oh, I know."
