Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Once again, Callie, Rachel, and Sarah are mine. Obviously everyone else dosen't belong to me, or else I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction...

Once again, thanks to my reviewers. I really want to give individual responses, but I wanted to get this chapter up fast, so...I'm really happy you guys like the story this much! More questions are answered in this chapter, and there'll be more familiar characters (I know, I keep promising that, lol)...I hope this chapter turned out okay, I wrote it during my Geometry and Chemistry class, ha. I think I really liked how it turned out so hopefully you guys will too! Decided to write it once again from Callie's POV. Review please!

Chapter 3

Callie's POV

Maureen whipped around at the sound of Mark's voice and looked at him in total shock.

"Mark..? Oh my God!"she squealed, ran over to him, and took him by complete surprise with a huge hug that almost made him lose his balance. Me and Sarah just stood there, in total confusion.

"What are you doing here?" she said with a huge smile, though still in complete shock. Mark looked equally lost.

"Er-um- Sarah-" he nodded towards his daughter, "Sarah's my daughter. She was in the car during the accident, they were giving her a ride home..."

"Oh. Wow. Wow. God, what are the odds? It's been so long." she said, standing close to him.

"Yeah, yeah, it has been..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck and sounding uncomfortable.

"We've all been wondering where you've been, you know. Everyone was really worried about you... " she said, a bit quieter now, and she put a hand on his shoulder gently.

"Well, you know. I- er-uh- I mean-I've been fine..." he seemed to be totally lost for words, and backed off a little at her touch.

"Oh...well... you're here now! You have got to see Roger and Meems and Jo and Collins, we're still all really close!"

"Oh, really?" he said, still sounding very uncomfortable.

"Yeah...and I suppose you've already met Callie here. And Rachel I suppose."

Mark finally seemed to get his head together a little. "So wait, why are you here again?" He seemed totally confused.

"Oh! Callie didn't tell you? I'm Rachel's mom!" Mark's face lit up in total surprise.

"Oh. Wow. I didn't even know you had a daughter..." he said.

"Yeah, well, I guess I didn't know you had one either!" Mo exclaimed, still with a smile a mile wide plastered on her face.

"Ha, yeah I suppose you're right..." he seemed to be relaxing a little more. Mo finally turned to me.

"Callie, I suppose you don't really know who this is, do you?"

"Um...no, can't say that I do Mo." I said, still completely and utterly confused as to how the two knew each other.

"This is Mark! You know, you've heard about him from your parents!" It finally dawned on me as to who she was talking about, and how they knew each other. Of course! Mark!

"Oh- you're Mark! The Mark! The camera Mark? The room-mate Mark? The Maureen Mark!" I exclaimed, recalling everything my parents had told me about him. Mark gave a nervous laugh, and Mo exclaimed,

"Yeah! See, I knew you would remember who he was. And Mark, I'm sure you've seen by now how Callie completely takes after her parents..." Mo said, with a chuckle, and I laughed along with her.

"Er-" Mark said, again looking lost. I jumped in quickly.

"Oh, Mo, he doesn't know yet." I said.

"Know what?"Mark asked nervously, glancing at Mo and I.

"You don't know? He doesn't know!" Mo exclaimed dramatically. "Oh...well of course you didn't know, silly! This is Callie. Callie Davis to be exact. You know, Roger and Meems daughter!" I saw his jaw drop, and a grin spread on his face.

"Wow...I knew you looked familiar..." It was true. Asmany peoplehad told me over and over again, I was the perfect combination of my parents looks. My mom's eyes, my dad's hair, I looked completely like each one of them. Rachel kept telling me, 'Callie, we both know for a fact that you are the most attractive girl in the whole school. If you just acted a little more like a whore, you'd have the boys crawling all over you!' but the truth was that I already had the boys crawling over me, though sometimes it was a tad annoying, because I just wasn't that type of 'preppy' girl. Not that I didn't mind seeing the boys drool all over me from time to time... It really made me laugh to see my dad get all defensive over me when a guy looked at me...

Sarah's voice finally interrupted our conversation. "Ummm...could someone please tell me what is going on...?" We all laughed, realizing how lost Sarah must be, and proceeded to tell her how our parents all knew each other. It was definaltey a long story.

Afterwards, Sarah and I decided to give Mark and Mo some time to catch up, so we quickly made the excuse that we had to go to the bathroom and rushed off.

"This day- God, it's been weird." I said to Sarah, who nodded and replied, "Fuckin' weird." We both started laughing and Sarah was was just about to say something else, when out of the blue she stopped dead in her tracks, whipped around, and shot what must've been her death glare in the direction of the reception area.

"Yeah...and it's about to get a lot weirder." she said.

"Umm, Sarah, what're you staring-" but before I could finish, Sarah grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bathroom. We weren't even inside yet when she turnedaround and exclaimed,

"That's the guy! That's the guy, I swear! And I know him too! He must've gotten hurt in the crash too, 'cause he had this huge cut on his face, kinda like you and Rachel, I swear that's him! If only I could remember his name, I've seen him before-"

It was my turn to cut the rambling Sarah off this time. "Whoa, hold on Sarah, what guy?" Sarah then proceeded to once again drag me out of the bathroom. She quickly scanned around the room, and must've found who she was looking for, because the death glare returned.

"Okay, see that guy over there...that's the guy who hit us. And I know him! At least, I've seen him a few times before, at our house. I think he's an old friend of my dads..."

"Who! Point him out!" I didn't know which guy she was talking about, but Sarah inconspicuously pointedto aman who was filling out papers at one of the receptionist desks.

"Oh-ok-wait-that guy?

Sarah continued on "I know his name, too, I know I do, I just can't remember it...Bill...or Bobby or-"

"Benny!" I half exclaimed, half growled. I knew who Benny was, all right. It was one of the advantages of having extremely truthful parents. I grabbed Sarah and started pulling her towards the waiting room. I didn't even know what to say, because my mind was trying to comprehend too much information at once. I started sputtering off random sentence fragments

"Your dad. Call cops. Now! Don't let. Get away!" I think Sarah actually made out most of it. I finally was able to make a sensible sentence- sort of.

"Your dad has to call the cops-uh oh. Dad! Benny! Shit. Great! Fuck. " Return of the sentence fragments. I suddenly thought of what would happen if my dad even saw Benny again. My dad and Benny- together in the same room- could only lead to bad things- very, very bad things.

"What's wrong-" Sarah started to ask, but she suddenly realized that we wouldn't be able to tell Mark about Benny, because it turned out he was busy. Very busy. Very busy kissing Mo.

Sarah and I glanced at each other, then both made a dive under a nearby gurney. I wasn't even sure what to think, but I looked over at Sarah, and to my surprise, she had her hand over her mouth, trying to suppress her wild giggles. Of course, I started laughing too, but I was throughly confused. What about Sarah's mom?

"Well, it looks like they caught up really fast, huh?" Sarah exclaimed, laughing.

"Uh, yeah, I totally wasn't expecting that!" We both continued laughing, but my curiosity got the best of me.

"Er-Sarah-umm- what about your- your mom?"

"My mom?" she asked, with her head tilted to one side, and sounding as if she'd never even heard the word before. "Oh, my mom! Yeah. My mom's...well in my opinion, my mom's a whore," she said, surprisingly sounding..upbeat? I was totally confused. "She walked out on my dad when I was like, two. Bitch never wanted me. But whatever." She said, and she only continued her giggling.

"Oh...umm..I'm sorry..." I said awkwardly. I couldn't just keep my damn mouth shut for one moment!

"Oh don't be! she said, smiling. "I'm glad she's gone. My dad and I are totally better off without her!" she said, trying to reassure me that I hadn't tread on 'forbidden territory' of the Cohen family. "Which is why I'm so happy to see he's finally...umm moved on.." she said, still giggling, and I joined in.

"Hold up though," she suddenly said. "What were you saying before, about your dad?"

"Oh, uh my dad..." and now I was the one laughing. "My dad and Benny, they- er- well, lets just say they don't get a long that well. If my dad comes in here, and even sees him, he'll kick his ass so quick-"

"Whose ass do you need me kick Callie?" A voice drifted down to us from somewhere above the gurney, and in surprise, Sarah and I jumped straight up. We both succeeded in banging our heads on the top of the gurney, and came up looking dazed. My dad was standing there, smiling and shaking his head at me.

"Daddy! Perfect timing. You scared the shit out me though!" O yeah. I was totally the definition of a 'daddy's little girl', and wasn't afraid to admit it. Yep, I was one of those girls in high school who still went around calling their fathers 'daddy'.

"No Callie, you scared the shit outta me," my dad said seriously. "Your mom just called me, and she's completely hysterical. I had to put up with the Spanish, Cal, the Spanish! You know it's bad when you get the Spanish. She got stuck in traffic, she'll be here soon. All I made out from her was 'the hospital' so I'm here. I caught something about you guys being in a car accident? And Rachel's hurt? And look at you! What happened?" he said, gently running his hand over my forehead.

That was my dad. The now rock-star who had completely turned his life around, just for my mom and I. His long light brown (now unbleached) hair looked just like my own, and their was no denying the relation. Yep. Definaltey daddy's little girl. And I held the 'honor' of being the only other person in the world who he trusted with his beloved Fender guitar.

I decided to tell him about the accident...and Benny...

"I'm fine, I think. Yeah, we were in this hit and run basically. We got rear ended, and the guy took off. Rachel seemed fine, but we both got identical cuts from hitting the front of the truck. A little while later, she fainted, so now we're here. We haven't heard anything yet about her. But, dad..." I said, not exactly knowing how to phrase the whole Benny situation.

"The guy who hit us, well uh, Sarah here, she caught a glimpse of who it was. And uh, we just saw the guy, he's here...and uh...don't freak daddy, please, don't freak out. It's, uh..."

"Who is it, Callie?" he asked gently.

"Er- it- uh- it was- it was Benny!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air. I had to get that out, but I knew now that there would be hell to pay. Not that Benny didn't deserve a good ass kicking right about now. And I had a feeling that would be exactly what he'd be getting- my daddy would make sure of that.

I had waaaay too much fun writing this chapter, haha. A side note, if you like Benny's character, then...oh well. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Benny or anything really, it's just that he's a fun scapegoat to use, lol. And it will be o-so-much-fun having Roger kick someone's ass. Who ever said writing wasn't fun...?