Chapter Three: Sponsoring Tassi
"Hey, I'm glad you all came, listen, there's something I need help with," she said taking out a letter. It had her name on it, and looked official. She opened up the envelope and read it. "Dear Tassia Scott, Congratulations. We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to be part of the Untied States of America's team for the 2027 (wow, way future) summer Olympics. According to your records during your high school events, you are Olympic material. The Olympic uniform will cost 150 (I don't really know, I'm making something up), which will include practice clothing for practices, shoes for both, the actual Olympics and the practices, cover ups (the sweats stuffs), your official Olympic uniform, shirt and shorts. You will also need 3500 for transportation to Athens, Greece, and that amount to go back. Then all of the athletes will be staying in the same hotel, which is 50 a night. We would greatly appreciate if you decide to join our team. Please reply before the first of the new year. We would like to receive part, most, of the payment with your reply and hope to be seeing you. Signed- Head Chairman. P.S. You will need to get your passport and Visa on your own," Tassi said, finishing it, it wasn't long, but it was powerful. Then she took out another envelope, it looked the same, and said practically the same thing, only about basketball, then another, only that one for the winter Olympics, and for speed skating.
"Okay, and your parents are going to let you go how?" grandpa Davis finally asked.
"Well, technically, I will be 18 before the first, so they have no say, and I've been saving up, but I still need more, and was wondering if any of you at your wonderful, successful businesses had any work for me, so I can pay to go, and for the uniform, and the hotel, food, and all that other stuff," Tassi explained. The two groups of grandparents looked at their respective spouse and looked like they were debating something telepathically.
Dab was the first to speak, "Well, me and Aunt Debbie discussed, and if you would let us come along, I'm sure we can work something out, we'd love to see our uh, niece, in the Olympics," he said, looking at Deb, who nodded.
"That's odd, me and grandma Davis were just about to say something similar, we would become sponsors or something, but we'd have to go, too, if that's alright with you," grandpa Davis said.
"Well, sure, you can come, me, in a foreign country, not knowing Greek, sounds like fun being alone, don't it?" Tassi said, almost laughing.
"Great," Uncle Danny said, him and Aunt Debbie getting up to leave. Grandma and grandpa Davis going upstairs.
"Okay, I'll call you when I get more info, thank you so much," Tassi said, walking them to the doors, then going to lay on her bed.
Emmie was bouncing off the walls after that chocolate cake she had for dessert. She decided that her bed was now a trampoline and started jumping on it. Her bed of course, was high, like a princesses bed, and had steps to go up. And naturally, jumping on it caused her to eventually bang her head on the ceiling and she was crying in Luke's arms, since Brooke had told her that she was going to get hurt. Emmie was calling the bed, and the ceiling and mommy all bad, they were evil bitch whores who didn't like her. Unfortunately for Emmie, Brooke was standing in the doorway, as she said those things, and Luke saw her leave. Luckily for him, Emmie was stopping and going to sleep, so he could follow Brooke.
"Brooke what's wrong?" Luke said, closing the door to their room.
"Take your pick, there's a ton of things wrong, let's see, Tassi, god that child, where the hell does she get it, oh and then Emmie, I'm a bad, evil, bitch whore, who doesn't like her, remember that, and let's see, my brother is here, oh and my parents, did I mention them, and I know something's up with the older three, they're all strangely quite, and unlike themselves. Dezzy seems a bit off lately, I wonder about her, and Ricky, don't push him, please, let him decided if he wants to play, he'll end up hating you, or the game, or both, I mean I've seen him out there, shooting free throws, and let me tell you, I could do better than he is, okay, so just chill." Brooke was on the verge of a breakdown now. Luke walked over to her and put his arm around her.
"Shhh, everything will work out, I'll lay off Ricky, I'll check into Dezzy, Emmie's six, what does she know, she called your mother a bitch okay, that doesn't say much, she caught a frog and brought it into the house, okay, it's Emmie, and the older three, all you, you're the best at getting information out of people. Tassi, she's just bored, and wants a challenge, and apparently she's the maze creator and we're the mice trying to find the cheese, eventually she'll give up when we don't try to go after it."
"When did you become so smart, and what about my parents, my brother, Tutorgirl and Nathan, and Peyton and Jake?"
"Well, your brother obviously has a reason for being here, not just because he missed you, and its obvious, his sons won't watch their sister in whatever he wants to do, and he's working up the courage to ask you, your parents are just here for Tassi, and I told you, Tassi's bored, and probably wants something, once she gets it, or they get what they want from her, they'll leave, that simple, and we cant do anything about Haley, Nathan, Peyton and Jake, except be happy for them," Luke said.
"Damn, you're way too smart for me, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Brooke said hitting his shoulder, playfully.
"Well, you can always just love me and we can sleep, because with our kids, we need all the energy we can, and trust me tomorrow fixing all that stuff you said, we will need it."
"Yea, you're right, my to-do list for tomorrow, hmm, Ora, Dallie, Frae, since she will probably be the easiest."
"Right and mine is, hmmm, Ricky, Emmie, Dezzy, then maybe we can meet up and gang up on Tassi if we have time," Luke said, laying down, Brooke on top of him.
"So, Ora, talk to me, what's up?" Brooke asked Ora, the next morning, sitting on her bed.
"It's nothing really, you don't need to worry," Ora said, sitting up.
"Yes I do, tell me, you know I love the gossip, tell me tell me tell me," Brooke demanded, in her way.
"Fine, okay, lemme ask you something, how did you know dad was the right guy for you?"
"Ooo, tough one, okay, so who's the guy?"
"His name's Jason, he's totally hott, and nice and all, and I don't know, I mean, I'm totally connected with him, but what if there's something better out there?"
"Well, if you feel it, and you know it, and you want it enough, there will be no better person out there for you. Trust your instincts, if they say he's right, than go with it, if they're yelling that he's danger, walk away, babe, nobody else can tell you who you love, in the end, love will always find its way," Brooke said, rubbing her hair.
Ora reached into her jeans' pocket and pulled out a small black box, "I made Dallie promise not to say anything until I did, he asked me to marry him, just before I left, we were leaving, he was right outside the door, and I couldn't give him and answer, I just, I don't know what to do, but thanks for the advice, you really helped," Ora said, hugging Brooke.
"Keep me posted girlie, I'm going to talk to Dallie, me and dad split up everyone's problems, dad got the younger three, I got the older three, and we have to deal with Tassi together, she can sure be a pain in the ass, but you didn't hear that from me," Brooke said winking, and leaving to Dallie's room, across the hall.
Luke walked outside where Ricky was sitting, facing the basket, sitting on the ball, as if he were debating to try or not.
"Rick, can I talk to you for a minute, not here though, the gym," Luke said, catching his attention.
"Sure, dad, what's up, a little Saturday morning practice," he said, almost half-heartedly.
"No, no practice, just for a walk and talk, I want to show you something," Luke said helping him up, and they started walking toward Tree Hill High School's gym.
"Listen, I love playing and all, but not if I can't be good, I'd rather stop. I've watched Tassi play, dad, she's more than good, she's great, and I know I'm supposed to be this big basketball star because of the whole Scott dynasty thing, all Scott men are good at ball, but that's it dad, I'm good."
"Wait, you think Tassi's good, she runs, I thought she would have quit to run."
"No, Tassi does all three, she wants to make you both so proud of her, yet she wants to make a difference in this world, and still have some Tassi left for Tassi. She gives everything to everyone, and the receives nothing, not that she expects anything in return, but then she decided she wanted to do something for her, something no one in our wacky family has tried, running, so she figured it would be something to work at, that's why dad."
"And you know this because?"
"I watch her play dad, she even helps me sometimes, when you drill me and drill me and I still don't get it, then she comes, explains it in English, and I get it, but I like the fact you want me to get something so much that you try that hard, don't stop dad," Ricky said, opening the door to the gym.
"Well according to your mother, she says I drill you to hard and I should cut back," Luke said, walking to the far end of the gym. Ricky followed, it was where they hung jerseys. "Look up, what do you see?"
"Well I see a lot of jerseys with Scott written on the back," Ricky said.
"Well when I played, I saw all those but two, because one is mine, the other Nathan's, you want to know which two are ours, the ones with no name on the back, did you ever wonder why there were two jerseys up there with no names on them?"
"Well yeah, we all did, or do."
"Well, beginning of my season being a Raven, I played horribly, and then when I was putting on my jersey for a home game, I saw it, Scott, right on the back. My father didn't want me, he never did, that's why he's never around, he wanted me to have never been born. I didn't want his name on my jersey, and ripped it off, and have played better since, that would be number three, now 23, hat's Nathan. Uncle Nathan to you, my brother. Dan's good son, the one he chose to claim. He pushed Nathan so hard to the point he took drugs to play better, and even quit a couple times. I don't want to be Dan, urging my boy to play until he felt he would never be good enough and need to do that, so if I'm ever a little hard on you, I'm sorry, and let me know," Luke said, putting his arm around Ricky's shoulders.
"Sure dad," Ricky said.
"Oh, and tell your mother we had this conversation, one down, two to go, Dezzy and Emmie, fun fun fun."
"I'll say dad, good luck, race you home," Ricky said, running.
"No fair," Luke said, chasing after him.
Brooke leaned against the wall in Dallie's room, careful where to go, even though she was home less than a week, she already made her room, home. "Dallie, can I talk to you a minute?"
"Yea, sure ma, what's up?"
"Well, what's up with you, all three of you have been a little off, and I already talked to Ora, now its time for you to come clean, you'll feel better, trust me."
"What did Ora tell you?"
"Depends on what you tell me."
"Okay so, I wasn't going to mention it until I left, but this guy needs a drummer and a lead singer for his band, which consists of only one other dude, the guitarist, my guy's the pianist. Well his name's Matt. I really want to go with him, and I was planning on leaving during summer, go on tour, come back for school, then next break finish our tour. You wouldn't have to worry, Cindy is going with me, she already told him yes, her guy, the guitarist, Lance. She broke it off with Ryan, she likes Lance, or so she thinks, I don't know, I mean if I go, I'll support her bad behavior, breaking it off with him, in their situation, but if I don't I'll miss a chance of a lifetime."
"Hmm, well I'll tell you the same thing I told Ora, go with your gut instinct, if you feel playing is more important than college, go for it, but I don't think that you'd come back to college if you left, keep that in mind when you decide, and I'll totally back any decision.
"Emmie, come here," Luke said from the kitchen.
"Yes daddy?" Emmie said coming running, her eyes grew wide at the sight of the golden arches on the bag in his hand.
"Hamburger happy meal, no onions, extra pickles, add mayo, toasted bun, only the soft fries, and of course a chocolate shake, the triple thick kind. You want it?"
"Yes gimme gimme!" she shouted, grabbing for it.
"No grabbing, ask nicely, and apologize to mommy, the bed and the ceiling and its yours, okay?"
"Okay, Emmie said running to go apologize to get her food. She was a softy for McDonalds.
"Great," Luke said putting the bag on the table, "two down, one to go."
"Knock Knock, my lawyer of a daughter, the quietest of the three quiet people, I've solved two already, I'm going three for three." Brooke said, walking into Frae's well kept room, everything nice and neat, in its place, it freaked Brooke out so she made a picture hanging on the wall crooked.
"Mom, stop, okay," Frae said, fixing the picture.
"Chill child, let's see, lawyer daughter, definitely not about a boy, you're way to serious about being a lawyer for a boy, so it has to do with your career as a lawyer, but what? Hmm, I heard Judge Judy is retiring, hmm, so is Judge Mathis, and Judge Joe Brown, hmm would you happen to know any of them? I also know there's a man in the supreme court going out this year, quite soon actually, when you graduate, because miss work-aholic decided to work through summers and winters to graduate early. And if I know my daughter, she's great at anything she wants to do, so obviously you did get one of these offers, didn't you."
"Well yes, but that's not it, have you ever heard that history repeats itself?"
"Yea, a ton of times, why?"
"That's what I'm dealing with, a nice man, his daughter he got from one stupid night. The mother left, and he's moved on. The girl's five now, and her mother wants her back. The mother is clean, or so it shows on her record. I know there's more than that. If he's so set against her having their daughter back, there must be something wrong with her. This is my first real case, if I blow this, these people, Supreme Court, TV, none of them will want me. I've talked to them, I've talked to the woman, and the girl, sweet child. Mom, this isn't something you can help me with, nobody can, unless you can magically pull a solution out of you're ass I suggest you leave."
"Well my suggestion, before you start blowing up at me, and cursing at me would be to call Peyton. She's a lawyer, in case you didn't know, she can help you."
"I know she's a lawyer, but how can she help me?"
"You remember a girl named Jenny, she tried out for cheerleading, she came with her dad Jake. She spoke wonderful French, I believe you even talked to her in French, right."
"Yea, mom, what does this story have anything to do with anything?"
"Peyton was assigned to that case."
"What case?"
"Jake vs. Nikki, Nikki is Jenny's mom. She wanted custody of her for a long time, and ever since the first court air, Peyton has been Jake's lawyer, and helped him keep Jenny and have full custody of her."
"Are you serious, do you think she'd talk to me, help me?"
"I bet she would if you asked her."
"Thanks mom, you're the best."
"I know," Brooke said hugging her as she ran out.
Lucas snuck up on Dezzy in the kitchen after Emmie finished eating. "Boo!"
"Ah, dad, what the hell?"
"Mom's worried about you and sent me as a spy."
"Not necessary, everything's fine."
"I'm sure it is, admitting you have a problem is the first step."
"Great, so what's your problem."
"Very funny."
"Yea, I thought so."
"Dezzy, just tell me, she's worried, says you look thinner, and paler and tired."
"Well, dad, I'm fine, really," she said, leaving the kitchen. He opened the cabinet, where she kept the medicine she was supposed to take. He figured it'd be about time for a refill, and was going to the store later anyway. He picked up the bottle. Half full. He needed Brooke on this one. It obviously wasn't just refilled because of the date, the date said it should be almost empty, maybe a few left, because of the amount she's supposed to take daily. He took the bottle and went to find her. He thought Tassi was going to be hard, Dezzy was going to be the hard one.
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