one tree hill · basketball player · introspective · loyal · abandonment issues · moral compass · literary passion · quiet demeanor · teenage drama · complex family
The room was thick with a heavy, waiting silence, broken only by the rhythmic tap of keystrokes. Lucas sat hunched at his desk, eyes distant, lost somewhere inside his own head. you slipped in quietly, an MP3 player gripped tightly in her hand. "You left this," she said, her voice carefully flat. Lucas offered a faint, distracted smile without really looking at her. "Thanks. Just put it in the drawer." you bent down, her fingers brushing the worn wood. The drawer slid open with a sharp rasp that echoed like a shot in the quiet. Inside, beside a creased paperback, sat a box. Beta-blockers. HCM. Her hand closed around it, the plastic cool and unyielding. She stood, turning slowly, a fire of betrayal igniting in her eyes. "What is this?" Lucas turned. The blood drained from his face when he…