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CHAPTER 4
WHO KNEW?

Julie woke up as she fell off the bed and landed on the hard floor.

"Nice move, Taylor," she muttered to herself.

Her mouth was as dry as a desert and she had a terrible headache. Blurred images appeared in front of her eyes from the night before.

She remembered she wanted to go home after the incident with Tim at her parents', but she knew she couldn't work and she decided to go to a bar for a few drinks. But what happened after that was a mystery, just like how she had got home.

Looking at the clock, she saw a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand. Julie wondered how they got there. She didn't remember putting them there, but then she didn't remember much.

When she picked up the aspirin, a note fell into her lap. She was still half asleep and her mind wasn't clear yet. She looked at it like it was some kind of unidentified object from another planet.

Still sitting on the ground next to the bed, she started to read it.

"Take the pills. Have a shower. Drink some coffee. We have to talk."

With that, she became fully awake. Memories from last night became cleaner and clearer with every second. She drank shot after shot and then Tim showed up and she lost it. That was her luck. Of all the people in the world, Tim Riggins had to be the one to find her. God, I couldn't be more pathethic, she thought.

However, she didn't know what she told him. She only remembered the punches, the tears, the yelling… But nothing about what she said. Was there anybody who saw them? And most importantly: did she tell him about J.T.?

She took the pills and went to the bathroom. After the cold shower, more memories slowly came back. She didn't tell Tim about J.T., at least she didn't remember.

She went to the kitchen and sat down at the counter while she waited for her coffee. Julie saw the answering machine light was flickering. She stood up and pushed the button.

"You have 10 new messages," said the machine and she rolled her eyes. When did I become so popular, Julie thought as she sat back at the counter.

"Julie, it's Mom. I think we should talk. Call, when you'll get home."

Julie knew exactly what it meant. Her mom's mind probably was screaming Tim Riggins was the father of her grandson.

"Honey, it's me again. Why haven't you called yet?"

Julie didn't really listen to the messages. She was lost in her thoughts. So what if she cried? She had the right, she hadn't cried since she found out she was pregnant. It wasn't like it was because of Tim. There were too much stress in her life with this whole being a teacher thing and there were the problems of J.T., too.

"Julie, it's Tyra. We have to talk like NOW."

Great, Julie thought as she heard the annoyed voice of her friend. Tyra knew too.

"Sweetie, it's Mom again. I'm getting worried. Are you alright?"

Her mom talked in her counselor voice, which meant she thought Julie needed help. But Julie thought she didn't. She'd gotten over Tim. Maybe last night didn't prove it, but she really had. It all happened because his visit was unexpected, she told herself.

Julie knew she shouldn't have turned off her mobile last night, but she hadn't wanted to talk to anybody. Why couldn't they leave her alone just for a night?

"Julie Taylor, pick up your phone. This isn't a request."

She rolled her eyes as she heard his father's "Coach Voice." Sometimes it could be irritating when he thought that what worked on his players would work on his daughter, too.

"Tyra, again. You'd better answer this before I go find you."

Her coffee was brewed, so she poured a cup. She drank it black because she thought maybe that could help her hangover.

"Hey, Julie, it's Landry. Answer this, please. You know how Tyra is and now her hormones are upside down because of the pregnancy and she's getting jumpy easier than ever. ("I heard that, Landry," Tyra yelled from the distance.) You know, I love you, honey. Julie, call back, please."

Julie smiled at that one. Nowadays Tyra and her hormones were Landry's biggest enemies. Poor man couldn't say a word without Tyra shouting at him.

"Girl, where are you and why don't you answer your goddamn mobile?"

Julie jumped a little as Tyra's voice yelled from the answering machine. Landry was probably half dead by now.

"Julie, I'm really worried. Tyra went to your house and you weren't there. Call us when you get this." Her mother, again.

Julie could hear her father saying something in the background but she couldn't make it out. Probably something absoulutely incoherent as always.

Julie was startled by knocking that was so loud, she thought somebody was trying to break the door down.

"Julie, where the hell are you? Everybody is looking for you. I'll kick your ass, when I find you. You'd best let me in if you're in there," yelled Tyra.

"Door's open," she said and Tyra rushed into the house.

Julie could tell she was very pissed. Her eyes were throwing lightning.

"Where the hell were you and why didn't you answer your mobile?!" Tyra yelled at her and Julie felt like her head would explode.

"Tyra can you yell a little bit softer, please?" Julie asked as she massaged her head.

"You look like shit. Are you hung over?" Julie wanted to answer but Tyra wouldn't give her time. "Oh my God! So this is true. I haven't imagined it. I told Landry. Riggins? Riggins?!" Her voice rose as she said his name.

"Tyra, please…"

"What were you thinking, girl? Don't even answer. Cause probably you weren't. If you were, you wouldn't do it. I just can't believe Tim is the father of J.T. Seriously Julie, what has gotten into you? And how could you not tell me?"

Tyra just kept yelling about how she couldn't believe this whole story until Julie couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't in the mood to listening to it.

"You know what Tyra. I'm sorry. I am really sorry you have to deal with this situation and I'm sorry that it upsets you. I'm sorry, but you know what? You don't have a four year old with serious trust issues who you're probably going to need to tell that his idol happens to be his dad. And you're not the one who's carried this secret for years, knowing that no one would just listen and be a friend. So maybe, when you have those things and you know how much life really sucks, then you can yell at me."

Tyra stared at her, surprised. She'd never heard Julie talk like this. Julie was surprised too. She didn't mean to yell at her friend, but she was just so tired, frustrated and hungover.

"Okay, you don't have to bite my throat. It's just kinda shocking, you know…"

"I'm sorry," Julie sighed, tired.

"Apologies accepted. But Riggins?" Tyra asked again like she still couldn't believe.

Julie nodded.

"God," Tyra shook her head.

"Tell me about it," Julie said.

Julie called her parents and told them she would go over to talk. Now that she was in front of their house, she found that she couldn't make herself get out of the car. Ten long minutes passed before the front door swung open.

"Julie, will you come in, or do you plan to spend the rest of your life in that car?" her father asked from the door in an irritated voice.

She sighed and got out of the car. Maybe the sooner it was over, the better it would be.

"Hey, Gracie Belle," she greeted her sister with a forced smile when she entered the house. "Dad."

"Hi, Julie," Gracie Belle ran to her and gave her a quick kiss.

In the past few years, they'd become very close. Gracie Belle looked up to Julie and respected her very much.

"Where are J.T. and Mom?" she asked her dad.

"They're in the garden. J.T. has been sulking ever since Tim Riggins called and said he couldn't come to dinner," Gracie Belle answered.

Julie looked at her dad, who silently just shook his head.

"Oh, honey, you're here," Tami rushed into the room.

"I am," Julie said. "Where is J.T.?"

"He's fine. Though we should talk. Gracie Belle, sweetie, go and play with J.T.," Tami said.

Gracie Belle rolled her eyes but did what she was told.

"Julie Taylor, tell me that your mother is wrong," Eric started in the moment Gracie Belle closed the door.

"She's wrong," Julie said, rolling her eyes.

"See, honey. I told ya, it's not that Riggins boy," Eric said, looking proudly at her wife.

"She was just being sarcastic, sweetie," Tami rolled her eyes.

"Is that true?" Eric nervously raised an eyebrow.

Julie slowly nodded. God, she felt seventeen again, standing in front of her parents, arguing about something stupid she had done.

"I can't believe it! And you didn't tell us. Why? When? How?" Eric yelled as he paced up and down.

"Well, you know, dad, when a boy and a girl…" Julie started but Eric didn't let her finish.

"Don't give me that attittude, young lady. You're not in any position to…"

"Honey, stop yelling. The kids can hear you. We should try to talk about this like adults," Tami put her hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"But they didn't even talk after that huge fight the two of them had," he said in disbelief, as he ran his hand through his hair and Julie started blushing.

"Yeah, about that…"

FLASHBACK

Tim saw Julie in front of his house as he stopped the truck. He didn't know she was coming over but of course he was happy to see her there, even though she seemed careworn as she paced in front the door. He knew something was bugging her, but she didn't want to talk about it.

"Hey, Little Taylor," he greeted her as he got out of the truck.

"Oh, hey, I was thinking," she said and Tim felt his stomach clench. He knew nothing good could come of words like that.

He opened the door and went into the house, Julie following him inside.

"We have to break up," she said and suddenly, he felt dizzy.

He knew one day Julie would realize he wasn't good enough for her but he didn't think that day would be this soon. Julie didn't give him time to answer (not like he could say anything to change her mind). The words rushed out of her too fast for him to react.

"It won't work this way. This is insane. And they don't even know we're dating or whatever it is we're doing. Tyra just keeps telling me how I shouldn't go to her when you break my heart, 'cause you will for sure. And my parents. God, they've totally freaked out, like I'm dating a serial killer or something. And Dad. Don't even deny it, I know he gives you hell on the field."

Tim wanted to answer that but Julie hadn't finished yet.

"And then, I haven't even talked about the rally girls and the cheerleaders. They look at me like I've got a 'MOST WANTED' tattoo on my forehead. And Lyla, she talked to me today and I needed every ounce of my self-control not to hit that pretty face of hers and tell her stay out of my business. She told me - in that annoyingly sweet voice of hers - how she knew I wanted to save you but it wouldn't work. Like you need to be saved. I don't wanna save you. It's not my job. If you wanna be saved, then go and save yourself."

Tim knew that was true. Julie didn't want to change him or save him. Julie said a few weeks ago she didn't think he was a mess, that he just pretended to be one. Although she also said if he needed her help in anything, she would be always there.

"So I've figured the only way to end it is if we break up," she said.

"Fine," he shrugged as he started to the door to leave the house.

"Now where do you think you're going?" Julie asked edgy.

Tim looked at her and cursed himself for it. Why she have to be so beautiful? Why did she have to wear those tight jeans? Why did she have to be so cute with those little flushes on her face? She broke up with him at the very last moment. What did she want from him?

"I'm not going to be your friend, Taylor," he blurted out as he ran his hand through his hair.

Tim Riggins was not friends with females, if that was what she wanted. He tried with Julie and he failed. He just wanted to go and drink a cold beer and not think about anything, definitely not Julie Taylor.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that 'cause I don't want you to be my friend," she said, annoyed.

Tim didn't understand anything. She broke up with him, but she didn't want him to go, and neither of them wanted to be just friends. Then what the hell did she want? Not knowing what to say or do, he just stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at her like an idiot.

"Oh, God," Julie's face softened "You silly… you thought that I… God…" she whispered as she hugged him tight.

"You can be so stupid sometimes," she mumbled into his chest. Tim still didn't understand what was happening. In one minute she said it had to end, in the next she was all over him, hugging him like she never wanted to let him go.

"Hey, look at me," she said as she placed her little hand on his chin. "You can't get rid out of me so easily, Tim. You're not that lucky." She smiled up at him and it seemed the whole world became brighter.

"So you're not breaking up with me?" He grinned at her.

"No, of course not. At least not for real. I just want everybody to leave us alone. I just want us to be Tim and Julie. If that's okay with you."

Instead of answering, Tim cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly.

"Did you just said 'fine'?" Julie asked with fake hurt on her face as she pulled away.

Tim smirked, kissed her hard and thought he could spend his whole life kissing Julie Taylor, listening to her little moans, feeling her perfect body pushing against him.

They played the scene as Julie planned. He didn't have to do too much. He took her home and then Julie yelled for all she was worth.

He was happy nobody could see him because he laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. Julie tried to be as loud as she could so her parents and the whole street could hear her. Her face was red and she had ruined her make up before, like she'd cried. He could tell he wouldn't want Julie Taylor to be angry with him. She could be scary.

In the end, he could tell Julie had become truly pissed at him because he was laughing. But he couldn't help it. She was too cute.

He really enjoyed it. It was funny, mostly because he knew that he would be in her bedroom at the very moment her parents went to sleep. Tim knew he should have felt badly about betraying Coach but he couldn't think about anything other than that Julie still wanted to be with him.

Later that night, Tim went back to the Taylors' house. He found Julie's window open. He smiled to himself. She couldn't be that pissed.

Tim took off his shoes and lay next to Julie, giving light kisses on her shoulder.

"Nice show," he said as he pulled her closer, his hands on her stomach.

Julie groaned but she refused to turn to him.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked pulling her even closer, if that was possible.

Pushing away her hair, he started to suck her neck, making her moan.

"Are you mad at me, Little Taylor?" he asked again in a low husky voice.

"Maybe I should have…" Julie started but her voice tailed off as his hand wandered down from her stomach to between her legs.

"You should have, what?" Tim asked, smirking against her neck.

"Broken up with you for real," Julie answered with a shaking voice.

"Hmmm… Is that so?" He grinned as he slid his hand into her panties and she moaned so loud he was afraid her parents could hear her.

Julie moaned again as she turned on her back, spreading her legs a little, giving him room to continue what he had started. He kissed her long and lazy, like they'd all the time in the world.

"Maybe not," Julie said, smiling against his lips.

FLASHBACK END

"So let me be clear on this," Eric said still pacing up and down in the room.

"Morning runs?" he asked.

"Tim," Julie answered, trying to hide behind her hair.

"Walking to school?"

"Tim."

"Walking to Applebees?"

"Tim."

"Walking home from Applebees'?"

"Tim."

"College trip?"

"That one, too," she said not bothering to give the details about their trip to the lake.

Julie felt smaller with every question and every answer. She realized there weren't many things in that half year that weren't about Tim Riggins.