Everyone on the court was watching as young boys and some adults were mobbing the former WWE Champion over by the visiting bleachers, except Emma. Emma just had her head down, looking at her shoes, rather embarrassed. She could feel eyes on her, those eyes being from her teammates. They knew he was her father, and silently, they were judging her for it. This was getting out of control.
"HEY!" Colt Cabana shouted, grabbing everyone's attention. "Back away! This is a basketball game not a meet and greet!"
"Who are you?" A young boy asked.
"You probably don't recognize me with the sunglasses and the baseball cap," Colt said, then taking off the sunglasses and the baseball cap, growing a smirk. "I'm Colt, Colt Cabana."
"Again….who are you?" The same young boy asked again, which got an eyebrow raised from Colt.
"You seriously don't know who I am?" He asked.
"Are you his body guard or something?" The boy asked, a look of curiosity in his voice.
"Trust me…I don't need a body guard…" Phil said, slightly cocky.
"HEY!" One of the referees yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Can we PLEASE start this game?"
"Yeah, can we!" Colt yelled as well, clearly annoyed and jealous that these kids knew nothing about the Independent Wrestling scene. He slumped back down onto the bleachers, putting his sunglasses and cap back on, pouting.
"Dude, I've already gotten enough pouting from my kid, I really don't need any from you," Phil said.
"Yeah sure," Colt mumble with an eye roll, as did Phil. He was acting too much like his 12 year old daughter right now.
"May I ask again…can we PLEASE start this game?" The same referee asked.
The group of fans that were once mobbing Punk all sighed at different times, but sighing nonetheless. Then, they went back to their respective bleachers.
"Finally…" Emma mumbled under her breath, then took a deep breath.
The game finally started, but sadly, not much attention was paid to it. Nearly everyone's attention was on Punk himself, even some of the players. Countless times they had to stop the game because of the fuss people were making over Punk. It was getting on most peoples nerves, especially Emma. By the time the 2nd quarter ended, all this attention to Punk was too much. All the teams took a break- some players headed to the bathroom to talk and other girl stuff, some went out to the concession stands for snacks and drinks since the game wouldn't end until about 6 or 7, and some stayed in the gym or went to the locker room to cool down and stretch. However, Emma did neither. Instead, she rolled her eyes, then ran over to Phil and Colt.
"You guys need to leave, NOW," She grunted out, causing Phil and Colt to raise an eyebrow.
"What?" Phil asked.
"Do you not see what's happening!" Emma asked, slightly raising her voice. "You're ruining the whole game! Look, I'm sorry, but people back at my school are now used to the fact you're my dad…people here aren't! Just, please…leave."
Colt and Phil looked at each other real quick, before Phil sighed in defeat.
"Fine, we'll see you around 7," Phil said, as he and Colt got up and left the building. Emma sighed, then shook her head and went into a corner of the gym and sat down, starting to stretch, when someone came up to her…
"So uh," Haylee began, pausing to bite her lower lip, while placing her hands on her hips and looking at the ground, then looking at Emma. "He's your dad? That guy who kept disrupting the game?"
"It's not his fault…" Emma shrugged, stretching out her legs. "He didn't expect it to happen."
"But it DID happen," Haylee said, starting to cross her arms now, causing Emma to stop stretching and stand up instead.
"He can't control that!" Emma said, defending him.
"I DON'T CARE!" Haylee shouted out with a tone of rage in her voice, getting the attention of some people, but then she took a deep breath to try and calm down. "Look…just…don't let him ruin this. Don't."
"Um…okay?" Emma asked, a little confused, especially by the sudden outburst. Haylee had been known for having 'Episodes' every now and then, but she's done good at controlling herself and hasn't had one in months.
"Ugh…you just do what you were going to do," Haylee began, before pausing and taking another deep breath. "I'm gonna go get some candy and Gatorade from the concession stand…" She said, starting to walk away.
"Can you bring me some Skittles?" Emma called after her, causing her to stop dead in her tracks, then slowly turn around and look at her hard.
"Does it look like I'm your servant?" She asked her, before rolling her eyes and walking out of the gym. Emma just shrugged it off, then went back to stretching.
XxX
"I can't believe I just got kick out of my daughters first basketball game by my daughter herself!" Phil said, in the passenger's seat to his car. His shoulder was giving him problems currently, so this time, he decided to have Colt drive. He wasn't too happy about that, or that he got kicked out of Emma's game.
"How long have you known Emma?" Colt asked out of nowhere as they hit a red light.
"I don't know…maybe about a month now? I don't know, not like I'm keeping track," Phil said. "But I can't believe she kicked me out!"
"It usually takes four months to fall in love with a person, you've only known her for a month and you seem pretty in love…" Colt said, adjusting his sunglasses.
"She's my daughter, I'm gonna love her no matter what," Phil replied.
"Still…if I found out I had a daughter a month ago, I'd still be a little…you know, in shock and trying to know her," Colt said, shrugging a little as the light turned green.
"I still am," Phil said. "But still, I love her. Now, can we talk about what's important here, I got kicked out of her game!"
"Well, you're certainly acting like a father…." Colt said.
"Okay, what's that supposed to mean?" Phil asked him.
"Oh…nothing, nothing," Colt shrugged.
"Alright…forget this," Phil said. Then, he leaned over and grabbed ahold of the steering wheel from Colt and made a U-Turn.
"WHOA WHAT THE HELL!" Colt shouted as the car took a U-Turn. "WHAT THE HELL MAN!"
"I'm NOT missing this game, get back to the school," Phil said.
"Damn man….you didn't have to scare me and grab the wheel…" Colt mumbled out, rolling his eyes but heading back to the school.
XxX
"Alright, let's go out there and play a strong second half! We're leading by 10 points, but they can easily get back in this game! Brooks, keep getting those free-throws, Winters, remember to pass the ball!" Miss Ryan said, right before the start of 3rd Quarter.
The starters then went out onto the court and started playing, and quickly got in 2 shots, and Emma also nailed 2 free throws to increase their lead from 10 to 16, but then, Emma got a foul.
"You gotta be kidding me…" She mumbled, walking off the court, shaking her head.
After this happened, this happened out in the School's main entrance…
"Alright, so, let's sneak in, but try and get in fast, then hide behind the bleachers, that way we can still catch the game but no one sees us," Phil whispered as he and Colt walked through the door of Belleview.
"What if they do?" Colt asked.
"They won't! Just keep your voice down, man," Phil said.
They then ran back into the gym real quick and hid behind the bleachers. They got a good view of the half Capone would be shooting at, but they couldn't see Emma play because she was still on the bench because of her foul.
"It wasn't even my fault…" Emma growled on the bench, shaking her head.
"It happens to everyone, kiddo, don't worry about it," Miss Ryan said, while on the sidelines, observing her team.
"Why is Emma being benched?" Phil asked.
"Does it look like I know?" Colt asked him, looking at him.
"I wasn't asking you…" Phil said to him, rolling his eyes.
"Well who were you asking then?" Colt asked.
"You know what?" Phil began. "You need to just shut the-"
"CM PUNK'S BACK!" A voice yelled as Belleview got the ball.
All attention turned over to the visiting bleachers as everyone took notice of the former WWE champion and his friend crouching behind the bleachers.
"You gotta be kidding me…" Phil and Emma both said silently at the same time.
"Aw…here it goes," Colt said, right before they were being mobbed by more people.
Emma had her head down as she was on the bench, but she could feel eyes on her, and not just any eyes- Haylee's eyes. They were like tiny daggers just carving into her, it was a horrible feeling.
XxX
"You won yewr game! You should be happy! Not pissed! :|" Cassidy had texted Emma, after the game, in which Capone won with a final score of 88-71.
"You weren't there….you didn't see how many damn times they had to stop the game because of my dad -_-" Emma texted back, while walking out of the school.
"Just forget about that! You still won! :)" Cassidy typed back.
"I don't care, I'm still embarrassed :|…ugh, my battery's almost dead, I'll text you back in an hour when I get home and find my charger. Dnt text back." Emma replied as she got onto the bus. She went into the way back and sat into a corner, after the game, she would rather stay away from her teammates- but that didn't stop one person from walking back there and sitting next to her- Blake Giroux.
He sat down next to her and adjusted his body so he was facing her, trying to adjust his hair a little, then putting on a cute half smile, before talking.
"So, uh…that guy…do you know him?" He asked Emma. Emma kind of just sighed, before adjusting her body so she was looking back at him.
"He's my dad…" She managed to say, feeling slightly ashamed.
"He is?" Blake asked her, an eyebrow raised. "Well...who is he?"
"Apparently he's a professional wrestler or something," Emma said, then shrugging. "Former WWE Champion…but had to forfeit it due to injury, and finding out he had a daughter he never knew about until last month."
"I take it you're that daughter?" He asked me, as I nodded. "Oh, well, it can't be that bad having a professional athlete as your dad."
"So far it is…" Emma shrugged. "I think I might quit…I don't know."
"What?" Blake asked, his interest level perking up. "Why?"
"Didn't you just see what happened in that game?" Emma asked him. "Because of his stardom, he basically ruined it…"
"Eh, I feel your pain," Blake said, with a shrug.
"You do?" Emma asked, slightly surprised. "Is your dad an athlete to?"
"I wish," Blake said, with a slight laugh.
"Oh…trust me, it's over-rated," Emma said, with another shrug.
"Well, when I was younger I was on the football team, and in my first game I did pretty good and got MVP," Blake said, with a smile on his face. "Then…the after-party," He said, that smile slowly turning to a frown.
"What happened?" Emma asked with curiosity.
"My brother showed up, and all attention turned from me to him," Blake shrugged.
"Well…who's your brother?" Emma asked.
"Andrew Giroux, he's in 11th grade over at the highschool and Quarter Back on the Varsity Football team, he's always been a big deal with Football, and he has a bunch of colleges trying to get him to accept a Football scholarship…" He explained.
"Wait…is that why you didn't play football in the fall?" She asked him.
"Yeah…" He shrugged. "I probably won't play again until Freshmen year, when he's out at College."
"You shouldn't let your older brother's popularity stop you from doing something you're good at," Emma told him.
"And you shouldn't let your dad's popularity stop you doing from something you're good at," Blake said, with a slight smirk on his face.
Emma paused for a moment after he said that, and realized he was absolutely right, but she also noticed something else.
"You think I'm good?" Emma asked, starting to blush a little.
"You didn't miss a single shot!" Blake said. "And you're a beast at the free-throw line."
"Um…thank you," Emma said, a smile growing on her face, as she started blushing big time.
"Hey, Blake!" A voice shouted from up front. It turned out to be someone on the team next to a group of girls, who smiled and motioned with her hand to come over.
"Um…" Blake began, trying to figure out what to say.
"It's fine, I understand," Emma said, calmly and understanding, but inside, she was dying.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school, and hopefully at practice," He said, with another smile before heading up to the front of the bus.
Emma leaned back into her seat on the bus, and couldn't help but smile, completely forgetting about how the game went.
A/N- I wanted to end this chapter on a good note for Emma so… :D
It's been a busy week, I've been getting over the flu, Thursday I had solo ensamble which is some required thing band students have to do, and Friday I had no school because of a snow-storm, but I still managed to procrastinate during my free time on this, and I am SO Sorry to all the readers! Wednesday night I'm going to a Chicago Blackhawks game, so I definitely won't update this Wednesday, but at least by Tuesday I wanna get a new one up, if not, Thursday. But to apologize for a late chapter…here's a PREVIEW for the next chapter!
[PREVIEW, Emma's POV]
"Is this how it's ALWAYS going to be!" I asked, almost screaming basically. "Everytime I wanna spend time with my own dad in a public place, everytime I want my my own dad to come to my basketball game, people are just going to attack you and ruin it!
"Sweetheart, I wish I could give you a straight answer, but I really can't," Phil said, a certain tone in his voice, it sounded kind of sad. "It really just depends on the fans, some of them may be nice and respect I want alone time, some may just come and attack me begging for an autograph."
"This NEVER used to happen to me before you came into my life," I said, starting to cross my arms. "This isn't normal!"
"My life isn't normal!" Phil said. "I said good-bye to normal a long time ago."
"Just because you did doesn't mean I should have to," I said to him.
"I don't want you to, I really don't," Phil said to me. "But, it's not under my control, I really am sorry."
I just looked at him hard, standing still and arms crossed as he looked back.
"You know, sometimes, sorry doesn't mean anything. This is one of those times."