"Coach Finstock?"

Callie's voice echoed through the locker room as she walked towards his office, where the woman in the front office had directed her. She could feel her hands shaking as she carried the letter, clutching it tightly. Eyes slightly downcast, she continued to walk. Her nerves were getting the better of her, but that was to be expected? She was about to meet the man who was her father. For the first time ever, she was meeting the man her mother had ran from; and he had no idea that she existed.

"Rachel?"

Callie looked up quickly, eyes wide when she realized someone had come into the locker room. The man, who she now assumed was Coach Finstock; her father. Confusion took her as she realized he was staring at her, and she nearly choked up, unsure of what to say. That was when she realized what he'd called her; her mother's name. He seemed to have realized the mistake when she looked up, but covered it quickly.

"Never mind, definitely not Rachel." He replied, but Callie couldn't help but feel like he was more talking to himself with how fast he talked. "So what was it that you needed Ms...?"

"Callista Richardson." She knew her last name would probably spring some more confusion as she had her mother's last name, but she was quick before he could question it. "I have a note for you and I had a few questions."

He seemed to be processing what was going on in his mind. Some teenager, who he was pretty sure he'd never met, that looked like his ex-fiancé had just walked in out of nowhere. Now, he'd found out that she had the same last name as her. What was he supposed to think? He barely comprehended what she was saying until she help up the note. Quickly, he nodded, motioning for her to come in to his office.

"Hurry up, hurry up. I have papers to get to grading." Not that it really mattered; he knew the majority of the papers wouldn't be all that good. He'd just give himself a migraine reading them. "Now what was that letter you were talking about?"

Callie almost laughed, noting that her habit of talking fast and talk with her hands seemed to come from him. The happiness at that realization only lasted a moment as she realized he still had no idea who she was, besides her name. She quickly handed over the letter, hands shaking with nerves as she waited. She hadn't even read it yet, wanting to respect her parent's privacy. So who knows what it said in there and what his reaction would be.

If he told her to get lost, there'd be seriously nothing left for her to do. Samuel was looking for her, he and Julia were on the run from the cops now from what she'd understood. Murdering someone sort of does that to a person, especially if they're that sloppy about it. And Callie wouldn't put it past them to come after her, either. A murder on her ass wasn't exactly something she was comfortable with.

"Is this some kind of joke or something?" Callie's eyes widened as she looked up, biting her lip and waiting for him to say something else. "She runs off, doesn't tell me she's pregnant, marries some other guy, and then sends you here with a note telling me to take care of you? This sounds like some kind of soap opera!" His eyes met hers, and he almost felt bad seeing her face. "Come on, this is a dream, right? I mean… And if it isn't, why aren't you with Samuel?"

Callista let out a bitter laugh, rolling her eyes in response. Well she knew what that letter didn't explain, now. Unless her dad was that stupid or heartless… No, she doubted that. With the threat that her mother had explained to her, no one would have bothered to ask her that question.

"Samuel isn't exactly a suitable parent at the moment, never really was, to be completely honest."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" His temper started to get the better of him at the statement. What exactly had the man done? His daugh- Callista seemed to hold a lot of contempt for the man. He couldn't help but feel a bit of protectiveness, more than he would have expected if it was just some stranger. He brushed it off as being a teacher and concerned for teens' safety, though. He couldn't get protective of her yet, he barely even knew her. Heck, he might never get to know her; he hadn't figured this out yet.

"I mean, the only reason mom stayed with him is because he threatened to kill me and make her watch and-"

"Wait he did what?" Screw not getting protective over her yet, it didn't matter. No one was going to threaten his kid like that, or say something like that to his f- Well, Rachel.

"And also it might be the fact that he and his little mistress have been proven to be the ones who killed mom."

"He killed Rachel?" He felt like he was going to be sick, and he could tell that Callista didn't exactly feel comfortable talking about this.

Callie felt bad, but she felt like it was better to just say it and get it over with. She knew it was going to have to be painful and awkward, though. There was no way around it; especially not the pain. She sighed, looking down at her feet for a moment. She had no idea what the heck to say.

"So… The letter said to change your name… Callista Finstock… Sounds interesting, doesn't it?"

Well at least she knew that her father was just as awkward as she was, if that was his attempt to break the tension. A sigh left her, but a small smile fell on her lips as she let out a chuckle at the idea of the whole situation. If she was going to have to deal with all this, she'd have to make the best out of it.

"Callie Finstock, by the way. Anyone who calls me Callista usually gets punched…"