Author's Note: Okay, I don't do these very often but I felt that I needed to now. So here goes. The question was asked ...what bout Nikki? Well, when I wrote this story, the first season was drawing to close and to be honest, I hate Nikki's character. Makes me sad that Jake would've been with someone like her. So I completely took Nikki out of these events. I sort of have substituted her with Kyla, something I do a lot in my stories. Sorry I didn't explain that before. Hope it makes sense.

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Chapter Four "One minute you're on top." - Linkin Park

"Hey." Jake looked up when he heard Peyton's voice, a second later, she fell into step beside him.

"Hey Peyton." He smiled at her uneasily, not really wanting to go to basketball practice. "How's your life going?"

"Oh, you know...still avoiding Lucas, still getting the silent treatment from Brooke. Same thing, different day." She shoved her hands inot the pockets of her zipped up leather jacket. "What about you? You look...off."

He just shrugged as they neared the gym. "Jenny's mom showed up last night."

"Really?" Peyton practically stopped dead. "How'd that go?"

"It was...informative to say the least." Jake chewed on the inside of his lip as they entered the gym. He stopped short when he saw Kyla seated in the bleachers, their baby in her lap.

"Jenny's here." Peyton smiled at the carseat, then frowned when she saw Kyla. "Who's that?"

Jake sighed heavily and shook his head, staying silent as he headed into the locker room to change.

Kyla was playing with Jenny's little hands, fingers curled around her index fingers, when Peyton walked up to her. "Kyla?!"

She looked up, frowning a bit at the curly-headed blonde. "Hey Peyton."

"How long have you been back?" She smiled nervously. "Babysitting for Jake?"

Kyla frowned more and shook her head. "I just got back and...I'm not just babysitting."

"Hey girl." Both girls looked over when Brooke walked up. She smiled at Kyla and baby Jenny, purposely ignoring her ex-best friend.

"Hey Brooke," she smiled at the brunette, bouncing her baby on her knee.

"I remember this little cutie!" She grinned as she sat next to Kyla, reaching out to touch Jenny's closed little fist. "God she looks just like you!"

Kyla smiled baskfully as she carefully passed Jenny to her friend, watching her hold the small baby awkwardly.

"Wait...are you...?" Peyton laughed nerovusly. "Are you Jenny's mother?"

"Last time I check." Kyla nodded. "Unless I was having an out of body experience that day."

Jake watched as Kyla sat with Jenny, a noticable smile on the baby's features. He had to admit that he liked what he saw. He'd gone so long without seeing Kyla that he often physically ached for her.

And now, here she was, sitting on the bleachers with their baby, obviously feeling at ease with the role of Jenny's mother.

Kyla smiled as she watched Jake practice, Brooke and Peyton now practicing their cheerleading routines. She was mildly surprised by how peaceful she felt, however a frown appeared on her face when the team headed into the locker room to change.

"Boo," Kyla straightened up at the sound of her ex-boyfriend's voice. "What're you doing?"

"Getting Jenny ready for you to take her home?" She said with a light shrug, hating how awkward she now felt around Jake.

"Oh," he nodded slowly, "thanks Ky."

She smiled a little at the nickname that only ke could get away with. "I should be thaking you for letting me spend time with her."

"Jenny's your daughter, I can't keep her from you. I...don't really want to."

She simply nodded. "I bet you're probably wanting to get her home so I'll make myself scarce." Kyla waved a little, flashing him a quick grin as she started to walk out of the gym.

"Hey," he called after her suddenly, grabbing Jenny's stuff, trying to catch up with her.

"Hmm?" She stopped and turned to face Jake.

"Why don't you come with me? We can hang out, watch a movie or something."

She smiled a little and nodded, not wanting it known that she really had nowhere to go. Her family believed that she hadn't been ready to be released. So, when Kyla refused readmittance, they kicked her out. "Sure, I'd like that."

"Cool," he nodded then led her out to his car.