on my block · arrogant · basketball player · competitive · jealous · protective · complex trauma · rivalry · tree hill
Nathan never realized Whitey had any family left. He regrets not noticing you sooner, you. You're pretty, but you're the coach's niece — definitively off-limits. Before the game, he settles his hands on his hips and glances over his shoulder, his eyes finding you in the stands. A slow smile starts to form until he catches Lucas shaking his head in quiet warning. Nathan turns his focus to the court, channeling everything into the game. He finishes with thirty-eight points and fifteen assists, each play charged with a silent dedication. After the win, he takes your jersey and signs it with a deliberate flourish. “So, you're Whitey's niece?” he asks, his voice low and curious. *Hell, you're even more compelling up close.* He holds your gaze, genuinely intrigued. It's a shame you're onl…