Things over the last few months had gone smoothly for the new couple. The world seemed bigger and brighter. School was even going better for Wade. Here he was a Junior on the Varsity team, a college scout was coming. This was his chance to show the whole town of Bluebell he was more than the son of a drunken man. He could be someone; he was going to be someone.

"Every thing over the last few months leads to this! Tonight," Zoe said shutting her locker. "You ready for it?" She asked lacing her fingers with his. He was quick to lock their hands together.

"Not for a second am I ready, Zo. But at the same time I feel as if I can take on the whole world. I've been waiting for this moment, for a long time. I gotta prove I can be somebody." Zoe pulled him to a halt.

"You don't have to prove nothing to no one. Win or lose you're still my hero," she told him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'll be there as your personal cheerleader." He smirked, pulling Zoe into him.

"How about you give me a personal pep show, beforehand," he husked, his hands dropping to her butt. She squealed feeling him lightly squeeze.

"I think I can manage that," she whispered, pressing her lips against his.

That night Zoe sat in her normal spot in the bleachers, right at the top. Harley had came with her, having the night off. Wade spotted Zoe when the team came out, sending her a wink. She watched every move with intensity. She cringed when he went down hard. Panic set in when he didn't move. She was paralyzed on what to think as she looked at his lifeless body. A few seconds later, which to Zoe, felt like a lifetime later, he got up and walked off the field. His eyes met hers, letting her know he was alright.

At halftime Zoe took her place at the little tree she'd meet Wade at.

"Are you ok?" Zoe asked the second she saw him.

"I'm fine," he told her. Zoe clung onto him, not wanting to let go. "I gotta get back to the locker room." Zoe let him go. Wade cupped her face. "I'm fine really," he whispered, gently pressing his lips against hers. She chewed her lip watching him walk away.

"How's my boy?" Zoe froze hearing his voice. She hadn't expected Earl to show up. She had met him once before, when they had went back to his house to be alone, but Earl was home, so all they did was study. To her he seemed alright when he was sober.

"He's fine, or so he says," Zoe shrugged, turning around. "I didn't know you were coming to the game, Earl?"

"Neither does Wade. I've been at the last few of them, actually."

"Why don't you tell him?" Zoe asked shifting from one foot to the other. "He'd like that, to know that his father is here supporting him." Wade had told Zoe that multiple times over the last few days.

"I figured he'd try to show off and get himself injured if he knew I was here. It's easier to stay hidden. I know you wont lie to him, so feel free to tell him I was here." He gave Zoe a small smile and ventured off.

Zoe sighed and made her way back to her seat, ready for the last half of the game. She didn't want to lie to Wade about his dad being there. But would that even come up in conversation? How would she tell him. Surely she couldn't say hey I saw your dad, he asked about you at half time. Maybe she could say that.

"You alright?" Harley asked, hearing the heavy sigh that came from his daughter.

"Worried about Wade," she replied. She was worried about him. She didn't want him to be hurt, only to be covering it up. Adrenaline can do that to a person.

"Did he seem fine, when you saw him?"

"Yeah. He even said he was fine," Zoe sighed. "But he could still be hurt."

"I'm sure he's ok, Zoe. You'll have to wait until after the game to know for sure." She nodded, getting to her feet when the team retook the field.

Every time Wade got hit, Zoe cringed. Every time he got up, she let the breath she was holding out. She was more nervous during the second half then she was during the first half. They were up by two touchdowns and a field goal; which was 17 points altogether. The end of the game couldn't come fast enough. The last two minutes felt like two hours. They had won 31-14, keeping their 17 point lead.

"Don't be too late," Harley told her walking to his car. Zoe leaned against his truck waiting for him to emerge from the locker room.

"Told ya, I was fine," Wade smirked, walking up to her. He tossed his bag in the truck bed. Pinning Zoe to the front of his truck. Zoe locked her hands behind his neck.

"I'm allowed to worry about my guy," she smirked.

"I'm not some piece of meat, Zo," he replied rolling his eyes with a smirk. She rolled her eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me." Wade chuckled lightly pressing his lips against hers. His hands found their way under the hem of her shirt. Zoe ran a hand through his hair. Wade hosted Zoe up and her ankles locked around his waist. Their lips detached, Wade's lips found a spot on her neck to suck and bite.

"Wade," Zoe moaned biting her lip.

"Hmm?" Wade asked keeping his mouth attached to her neck.

"We can't do this here," she whispered, tugging on his hair. "There's a party at Elliot's place," she told him.

"I would rather party with only you, we can go back to my place, my Dad should be passed out by now." Zoe shook her head. "What?"

"At half time after you left, he found me. He hides out, somewhere. He said he's been at the last few of them. He didn't want to say anything to you, so you would show off and get hurt," Zoe explained letting her legs fall.

"You ready to split?" Wade asked, taking in everything that Zoe had told him. Typical Earl. He was right, he would have showed off for his dad. Zoe kissed his cheek.

"Lets go celebrate this win, shall we?" She asked.

"Damn straight," Wade smirked, helping her down.

They headed off, heading to a place they could have some privacy.

"The recruiter say anything?" Zoe asked.

"Nah! Not to me, the coach was talking to him when I left."

"Either way, you were amazing out there."

"Even if I scared ya?" He asked with a wink.

"Even if."