A/N: Okay, this is me not having any patience, what so ever, posting my second OTH-story before finishing my first. However, writing about Lydia has been on my mind for a long time now, and I couldn't wait any longer. Please review and let me know what you're thinking!

Lydia Bob Scott was the first girl ever, and still the only girl who was part of the Tree Hill Ravens. The seventeen year old was a lot like her father had been in his teens, but she looked a lot like her mother - only taller. She was a great basketball player, there was no need for her to keep telling herself that, but at times, she couldn't help but to think that somehow the fact that the coach was her best friend, and adopted cousin had something to do with her getting on the team. Being the only girl on the team, she was a lot like one of the guys, to her friends, who suitably were all boys. That was also why the girl had never had a boyfriend, sure... she wasn't all innocent, she had made out with guys, slept with them. Even guys on the team, but it wasn't the same, it wasn't comparable to anything normal. The cheerleaders who had one night stands would either brag about it or be ashamed of it, to Lyddie, it was neither. Somehow it didn't get awkward, they either talked about it, or they didn't.

However, Lydia couldn't exactly suggest she had never been in love, because she knew that would be a lie. But what kind of girl would fall for a guy who was six years older than her, and whom she had known her entire life. Only to make the story worse, he now happened to be her coach. Yes, Logan Evans, the guy with the deep brown eyes and the dreamy smile he had inherited from his father, was the guy of her dreams - and he was practically the only guy she couldn't have. That was one of the many reasons the girl went out on the weekends, always drinking a little bit too much. Another reason was that she found it incredibly fun. See, Lydia was the kind of girl who always had to prove that boys weren't necessarily better than girls, she wasn't a feminist, but she was very competitive.

Her competitive mind was probably what got her on the team in the first place, and also the reason for why she came home too drunk on the weekends. Playing beer-pong and challenging the boys to do shot-competitions. She always won, but that didn't mean she didn't end up in the bathroom half an hour later. Like previously stated, Lydia was a lot like Nathan, and so it was given that she would end up at a huge victory-party after winning the first home game of the season. Lydia was happy, truly happy, she knew her life had only begun, and even though it would be hard, she knew she had a real chance at this, basketball, now that she finally had a spot on the team. It was incredible really, how she had managed with that.

After having ditched both a drunk Davis Baker and a very drunk Lee Fletcher, Lydia decided to leave the party. That was how she ended up forcefully knocking on Logan's apartment door in the middle of the night. "Bobbie?" the confused, obviously tired man asked as he opened the door after a couple of minutes. He was the only one allowed to even mention her middle name, and had somehow started calling her by it. "Yes, Wolverine, it's me. Aren't you going to congratulate me?" she answered, sarcastically using the nick-name Clay had given him years ago. "Wait.. For what?" The newly awakened man asked, rubbing his eyes and pulling a hand though his hair. "The game, you idiot," she said, smirking at him before letting herself in.

Shaking his head, the young man followed her into the kitchen and watched her raid his refrigerator which was already half-empty. "You're drunk," he stated, watching the girl wobble her way to the table, sitting down to eat the sandwich she had just made herself. Not answering his question, Lydia begun to wonder what she was even doing there, besides from staying away from her parents rage. It was rather natural for her to simply come there, anytime, because she felt safe with him. It was like her second home, and believe it or not, it wasn't the first time she had showed up drunk in the middle of the night. It was, however, the first time she had come over with courage intentions. That perhaps suggesting she hadn't been there THIS drunk before.

"Look, Bobcat, you should go home," Logan stated, as the younger girl had finished her sandwich and left the table. "I think I should stay," she replied, standing in front of him, looking into the eyes that she'd seen in way too many dreams of hers, before leaning in to kiss him. The first third of a second, it seemed perfect. His lips on hers, the way it should be. She knew he felt it too, he had to. In that moment, all the other stuff didn't matter. The fact that he was six years older than her, and was her coach. The fact that he called her aunt Quinn mom, the fact that it could ruin their friendship. If it could be like this, nothing else mattered.

However, he broke the kiss just about after that third of a second, grabbing her shoulders gently, pulling himself away from her. "You're drunk," he stated, quietly, looking away from her, but not letting go. "So?" the girl replied, quickly, way too quickly, trying not to let her gaze leave his face for his shirtless upper-body. She wouldn't let him ruin this, she had dreamed of this for a long time, it didn't matter what he said, really. "You're not thinking clearly," he added, after a long silence, finally looking at her beautiful face again.

"I haven't been thinking this clearly in years, Logan," she said, deadly serious, deadly gorgeous. But he couldn't let anything happen, Logan was supposed to be responsible, adult. He was her coach for God's sake. Swallowing hard, the man looked away again. "You should leave," he stated for the second time that night, perhaps not as sure of himself this time. As the girl ignored his words again, kissing his jawbone repeatedly, the twenty-three year old gave in and let his lips meet hers again, feeling extremely blissful, yet guilty, at the same time.

Lydia, however, had never been happier. The fact that he had given in so easy, meant he had to have felt this before, like she had, for two years. She had always loved him, but since she was fifteen she had been completely in love with him, realizing how much she had missed him when he was away playing for the Detroit Lions before he injured his knee and came back. Obviously, that was a dark time for him, but back then, Lydia couldn't help but to be selfish and actually enjoying the fact that he was back home in Tree Hill again. Dragging the man with her to the couch, the girl couldn't think of anything ever making her happier, not even playing for the Charlotte Bobcats. No, this was the best thing she could ever imagine happening to her, getting the boy of her dreams. Somewhere, behind that tomboy-mask, there was a romantic girly-girl.