A/N- Long chapter ahead of you, read it you dare…haha, but in all seriousness, it's been a tough week all together, but what's just WONDERFUL is now I'm sick with either…Strep Throat or the Flu, I find out Monday from my doctor. But I've been in bed all day basically and FINALLY got this done in between matches from EC, Punk won! :D bahaha. I'm a little confused about the next chapter and what to include in it…but depending, it could be up as early as tomorrow, like I said, depending. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
-Emma's POV-
Phil thinks HE'S pissed off? Pfft, please. He hasn't seen pissed off yet. I'M the one who got into a fight, and I didn't just get into a fight for fun, clearly there was a reason. His friend…Colt? I think that's his name, not so sure. He was in the backseat, and when I got in, he just gave me this look, that 'Why? Why would you do something so stupid?' look that I get oh-so often. He doesn't know either. I've just kept quiet, it's really a long story…
The 20 minute car ride was silent and intense. You could cut the tension in this car with a knife. I was pissed, Phil was pissed, and Colt is just there, he's pretty irrelevant. I'm still in trouble for ditching, who knows what he's gonna do now, but I really don't care. It's not like I'm sorry for getting into the fight, she basically ASKED for it.
We pulled into the drive way and then, I stormed into the house first and tried heading upstairs to my room, but Phil stormed in after me before I could.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He yelled as I was almost up the steps. "COUCH, NOW."
I just rolled my eyes, then walked back over and flopped onto the couch and Phil slammed the door shut, getting a cringe out of Colt, but they both came over by the couch and Colt sat across from me, but Phil stood up.
"Start talking, NOW!" He yelled.
"I'm not going to if you're just gonna yell at me…" I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
"Oh," Phil began. "You're gonna do it, you know why? Because-"
"PHIL!" Colt yelled real quick at him, giving him this look. Phil saw him, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at me again.
"Just start explaining why it's only 11am and I had to pick you up early from school," He gritted through his teeth. His body language showed he was still pissed off, but his voice sounded as if he was trying to stay calm and struggling though. I just sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Fine," I mumbled out, before sitting up and explaining.
-Flashback, 3rd Period Gym Class-
"BROOKS! JOHNSTON! JONES!" Ms. McKinley, one of our P.E teachers yelled over at me, Cassidy and Kayla. "You're supposed to be JOGGING, not WALKING! Let's get it going, Powerpuff girls!"
At school, us three actually at times get called 'Powerpuff Girls'. I think it's because we're really good friends, and we each look like the Powerpuff girls based on our hair color- I'm Like Buttercup with my dark hair, Cassidy has Blonde hair like Bubbles, and Kayla has bright red hair like Blossom. The difference is the Powerpuff Girls do nice things to help people, even though Kayla volunteers at this animal shelter every now and then….yeah, no.
"Why did we do Walk/Jog again?" Kayla asked. It was a fitness day, and every fitness day in the main gym, the Walk/Jog was one of the options.
"Because," Cassidy began, but was rather slow because of her heavy breathing. "Health Club was full and I don't want to run 100 laps in the Capone 100."
"I don't get it," I began, then stopped right as Ms. McKinley blew her whistle, which met we could stop jogging and walk, "Why is our Jr. High AND High School named after Al Capone? Don't they know what Al Capone did to this city? Valentine's Day Massacre ring a bell?" I asked.
"Our district has the weirdest names for schools…" Kayla said shrugging.
Our conversation was interrupted by Ms. McKinley blowing her whistle.
"If you're on the Basketball team, head to the Locker room and meet up with Miss Ryan, if you're not, START JOGGING," She announced to the group of students.
"Lucky…you get out ten minutes early," Cassidy mumbled to me, before starting to run.
"Guess I am," I said, slightly smirking, then running off toward the locker room.
I got into the locker room and saw the rest of the team in there, starting to switch out of their gym clothes, so I just shrugged and did the same, and after I was done, Miss Ryan walked in with a big box and laid it over onto the floor.
"Alright girls! Over here!" She yelled as we all gathered around. "Alright, so our first game is against Belleview after school Thursday, and well, we can't exactly play without these…"
Then, she opened up the box and revealed their team jerseys. Like their school colors, they were Red and White, with the school logo on the front and the last names and numbers of the players on the back, as all the girls cheered and shouted.
"All right, calm down, the 6th and 8th graders still have classes going on!" Miss Ryan said, trying to calm us all down. "Now, I'll have t-shirts for you guys Wednesday that we can wear during practice and on game days, but for now, I just have these."
Miss Ryan took out all the jerseys and started to hand them out to players. One by one she handed out jerseys, until she got to the last one, which was mine. Before she handed it to me, however, she leaned over a little to whisper something to me.
"I know your situation at home, with your new dad and all," She began. "But according to records, you're living with your biological dad now, so we had his last name sewn onto the jersey. If you want to go back to Gonzalez, just let me know," She said, handing me my jersey.
She handed me my jersey, which looked just like every other jersey on the front, but on the back, it was different. It had the last name 'BROOKS' on the back, right above the number '11'. I smiled when I saw that I was #11. 11's my lucky number, and my favorite number. This was all so real- I was going to be an Athlete, just like my dad. I would be one of the starting forwards-probably, I've been the best one on the team- And most importantly, more time with Blake. Life's all falling into place for me now.
"Emma!" Miss Ryan shouted, getting my attention and bringing e back to reality.
"What?" I asked, rather confused, but then remembered. "Oh, yeah…Brooks is fine."
"Alright, just making sure," She said, before focusing her attention on the rest of the team. "ALRIGHT, our next practice is Wednesday in the main gym at 2:35pm. It's also our LAST practice before Belleview Thursday after school! For now, just get ready for 4th period, see you girls Wednesday!"
We all waited in the locker room for the bell to ring, and when it did, we all ran out for 4th period- Encore, which was either Music, Health, Art or Computers, it depends. I was in Art class, and that room was all the way in the 8th Grade hallway upstairs.
"I hate going through the 8th grade hallway," I said, rolling my eyes as Cassidy and I made our way upstairs. Kayla had Health Class, which was downstairs. "It's always so crowded up here…"
"It's NOTHING like this down in the basement, why up here? Cassidy asked, as we started walking, trying not to run into any 8th graders.
"I think it's because-" I began, but I couldn't finish.
"HEY!" I heard someone shout behind me. I turned around and saw a HUGE blonde girl standing behind me. Definitely an 8th grader.
"Um…can I help you?" I asked.
"Didn't your last name use to be Gonzalez?" She asked me.
"USED to…" I Said.
"Well, why did you change it?" She asked. I didn't really want to explain how my mom got my dad wrong and stuff, so I just turned around and continued walking. "HEY!" She shouted after me, causing me to stop again and turn around.
"What!" I Asked, a little more impatient since I now only had two minutes to get across the hall for Art Class.
"Answer my question!" She shouted again, I just stayed quiet. She looked pissed, but then another girl leaned in close to her and whispered something to her.
"Emma, we're gonna be late," Cassidy whispered to me. I just nodded, didn't budge. Then, the girl looked back at me and smirked.
"OH, so YOU'RE the kid who found out she had a new daddy…." She said in a rather cocky tone.
"Yeah, sure," I Said, rolling my eyes afterward.
"Isn't he a wrestler or fighter? Something like that?" She asked.
"He used to be WWE Champion or something," I said, shrugging.
"Wait…WWE?" She asked, before laughing out loud. "That company is SO fake!"
"Whoa, what?" I asked, kind of confused.
"It's fake, they aren't REALLY wrestling!" She said, in between laughter. "They follow a SCRIPT, they choreograph the moves, hell I hear that thing they call a 'Wrestling Ring'," She said, pausing to put air quotes with her fingers around wrestling ring, "That's basically just a trampoline!"
"Exactly what are you saying…?" I asked, still slightly confused, causing her to laugh some more.
"Honey, your dad is nothing but a fake," She said.
That made me mad. REALLY mad.
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and walking closer. "Don't you DARE call my dad a fake!" I yelled.
"I only tell the truth, and it's true, he is fake!" She yelled again.
"He's at home with an injury now," I said. "It's not fake, it's real. 100%. How do you REALLY get injured when you're doing something fake? Please explain that to me," I said, crossing my arms. Cassidy just leaned in again to whisper to me.
"EMMA! You need to calm down, we're gonna be-" Cassidy began.
"LATE, I KNOW!" I yelled out again. "Just go without me if you're so concerned," I said, rolling my eyes. She just shook her head.
"Don't do anything stupid…" She said to me, before walking away from the circle of 8th graders that was surrounding the other 8th grader and I.
"It's probably not even a real injury!" She yelled. "He's probably just faking it like he does whenever he's on TV!"
"My dad is NOT fake!" I yelled again
"Wait…" She said, pausing real quick, before growing a smirk. "If you're dad is fake, doesn't that make YOU fake?"
That set me off. I usually have a short temper, but this time…I couldn't resist.
"Get bent, bitch," I mumbled out, gritting through my teeth.
Then, I punched her right in the face, and she went down onto the ground.
Everyone standing around us were just staring, their eye's about to pop out of their heads and their jaws on the floor. Me, a tiny, little 7th grader just knocked out this huge, gigantic 8th grader, just because she was talking crap about my dad.
Then, I felt someone grabbing my shirt collar and I looked up and saw one of the 8th grade teacher grabbing me toward the staircase, probably taking me to the Office. I also looked down onto my hand and I saw blood. That wasn't my blood, that was HER blood. That slightly excited me, but I was still filled with rage, but absolutely no regrets.
-Present Time, No POV-
"There," Emma said, arms crossed and looking at her father, who was just sitting next to Colt, speechless and motionless. "Are you going to say anything? You were begging for me to explain…"
"What? Oh, yeah," Phil said, getting back into reality, as did Colt.
"Well?" Emma asked again, Phil still speechless.
"Well…um," Phil began, still not knowing exactly what to say. "I, um…-"
"Can I go make some food then watch tv?" Emma just blurted out, growing tired of her father's blankness.
"Um, sure, help yourself to the kitchen," Phil said, still pretty blank. Emma got up and ran over to the kitchen and started looking through the fridge. That left only Phil and Colt in the living room.
"Damn, man," Colt began. "Emma knocked a girl out with a punch!"
"She definitely gets that from me," Phil commented.
"Wait," Colt began again. "She got into a fight because of you, and called you dad."
"So?" Phil asked, giving his friend a strange look.
"So, she's never referred to you as her dad before!" Colt said. "AND she got into a fight because someone disrespected you, she also cares."
Phil took a moment before responding, then realized his friend was right. Emma had never called him 'Dad' before, and had yet to show she cared before, until now.
"You're right…" Phil began. "She hasn't, wow."
A smile grew on Phil's face as he came to terms with this. Could he and Emma actually have an ideal father/daughter relationship? Only time could tell.
