Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill unfortunatly

Author's Note: Hey guys this is something I really wanted to do and if most of you know me you know I love to do sibling stories so yeah here it is...

One Tree Hill

There, I practiced

Hey my name is Memphis Scott; I'm 15 years old and a sophomore at Tree Hill High. I have two brothers Nathan and Lucas. Nathan and I are from the same mom and dad but Lucas just has the same dad as us. They're one year older then me and I'm semi-close with Nathan but not close at all to Lucas. I play basketball like everyone else that is the spawn of Dan Scott but I only have to go through about half the crap Nathan goes through because Tree Hill doesn't have a women's basketball team. It's the first week of my sophomore year and my brothers' junior year.

"Nathan, come on! I will not be late because of you!"

"Alright calm down I'm right here." He said walking down the steps slowly.

"Freeze you two."

Our dad said before we could get out of the house. We turned around slowly and faced him putting on fake smiles.

"Now Nathan you have practice today right?"

"Yes."

"And what do you plan to do Memphis?"

"Sit there and watch him because he's my ride?" I guessed.

"No you're going to ask Whitey to use half the court to practice. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it." I said rolling my eyes.

When we got to school Nathan wrapped his arm around me like he usually does when we walk into school it's pretty much his way of saying she's my sister so back up.

"You don't have to ask Whitey that if you don't want to. I won't tell dad."

"Thanks but I might as well I mean it's not like Whitey is going to say yes anyway."

The first day of school always sucks but it sucks even more when you don't have any friends. I don't have any really close friends because if anyone talks to me they usually just want to get to my brother. I was a little excited to see Lucas play though. I had never talked to him before because my dad threatened that if I did I would never hold a basketball again. I never even really saw the guy. All I know is that whenever this shaggy blonde haired, blue eyed, tall kid comes down the hallway Nathan puts a protective arm around me and we walk to the other way so I assume that's Lucas.

Anyway like I said my day sucked so I couldn't wait to watch them practice. I walked in the gym and sat on the bleachers. Peyton and Brooke waved to me as the practiced. I only really knew them through Nate.

"Young Scott nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you too, Coach."

"Are you here to watch you brothers practice?"

"Yeah, I really want to meet Lucas but Nathan would blow a gasket."

"Well he's number 3 just so you know."

"Oh…Coach um…my dad said I had to…"

"Do you need to practice?" He asked knowingly.

"Yeah…"

"Let me figure something out."

"Thanks Coach Durham."

I was actually really surprised that he was going to help me. Everyone knows he's not a big fan of our family. The players came out and I spotted number 3. Yup, that's the guy Nathan always steered me away from. Then Nathan came over to me.

"How ya doin'?"

"Today blew."

"Mine too. Don't worry about it."

He smiled then went back over to his team mates. About an hour into their practice I was doing my homework not paying attention when I heard Whitey yell Scott. I didn't even look up.

"Scott!" Coach yelled again.

"Memphis!" Nate yelled.

My head shot up to see the cheerleaders left already and the whole team was looking at me.

"Sorry, what's up?"

"Do you need to practice, Scott?" Coach asked.

"Well kind of…"

"Yeah, she does." Nate answered earning a glare form me.

"Then get on the court." Coach said.

"But…"

"Memphis, just get over here." Nathan said firmly.

I set my books aside, grabbed a basketball, dribbled down the court, went for the shot, and made it in perfectly.

"There, I practiced." I said smiling smugly at Nate.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a one on one with you and Smith." Coach suggested.

I laughed and looked over at Tim Smith, my brother's best friend and the biggest idiot on earth.

"First to 15, half court, take it or leave it." I said sticking out my hand.

"Deal."

I smirked, grabbed the ball, and handed it to Whitey. He threw the ball up…