Chapter Twenty-One
So I guess you realize that anything from this chapter onwards does not relate to the actual show, and events before this were based on those before the episode (Something He Can Never Have. Or something like that) which is why they might not make so much sense.
Daddy's face was pensive as he picked up the phone three days after the blood test. Weakly I hoped it was something to do with one of his patients, but deep down I knew that nothing else could give him that expression.
He turned to me, reading my own expression as he did. I held my breath, waiting for him to proclaim my fate.
"You're my daughter," he said finally. I threw myself at him, and we hugged for a long moment.
"I love you," I said in relief. Another afternoon of listening behind doors had confirmed my feelings of Lucas Scott.
"And I love you. I don't know what I'd have done, if…" he trailed off.
"Yeah. He's not a nice guy, is he?" I asked. Daddy sighed.
"That's a hard question to answer. He's done terrible things in his time, but in a way he is a good guy. He has problems with love, I guess. And he's spent fifteen years now, isolated from all of us, lonely. He's rich, but not happy. I think he thinks that the only thing that ever could have made him happy would be marrying your Mom, and now that he knows he can't, nothing could make him happy. Except for you maybe you, or that's what I figure," said Dad. It would have been nice, in a way, the thought of making someone's unhappy life complete-but not in practice.
"Or maybe Brooke," I said.
"Your Aunt Brooke's beautiful. And she's unhappy, but he is too. I can understand why he was drawn to her," he said.
"I wish she could just leave him," I said, sighing.
"Me too, kid. Now go to sleep. I'll tell your mother, she's been freaking that you haven't slept in a week. Go!" he ordered, laughing. I nodded and went, finally allowing fatigue to consume me.
Jenny was staring at me as I awoke the next morning. She hadn't known about the Lucas and Mom fiasco, I hadn't been brave enough to tell her. By the look on her face, she had learned, however.
"Hey," I said sleepily, stretching out. I felt guilty about how much I'd kept from Jenny in the past few days.
"I can't believe you dealt with all that alone," she said sympathetically, rubbing my back.
"It's been a crazy four days," I said honestly. Thinking not of Lucas, but of Sawyer.
"Yeah. Um, are you coming?" she asked, swinging her bag onto her shoulder. I looked at her and noted that she was fully dressed, freshly showered. I groaned and looked at the clock.
"I'll be ready soon. Don't leave without me!" I ordered, running out of the room in a towel.
I was still eating my breakfast when the three of us ran to the car, worried that another late would get us detention. I brushed out my hair while it was still wet from the passenger seat and prayed it wouldn't dry frizzy.
For first period, Jenny and I had our only class of the week together, gym.
"Callie!" called a voice from behind me. It was a tall, blue eyed handsome man.
But the wrong one.
"Hey Na… Mr. Scott," I said. He smiled.
"I heard the news. That's great," he said. I nodded and smiled.
"Yeah. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm so glad you're not my uncle," I said. He laughed and hugged me.
"As is my son, I hear," he said innocently.
"Haley told you?" I demanded.
"She knows?"
"Guess not. But Mom read my mind, maybe she told Haley, told you?" I suggested.
"No, Sawyer spilled. Good luck with that," he said, running ahead of me to the gym.
"Okay everybody, grab a partner and start with twenty sit ups," yelled Uncle Nathan once his class had arrived. I turned immediately to Jenny. Who had already partnered up with one of her friends. I sighed as the inevitable call came:
"Callie!"
Sawyer held down my feet as I began my sit ups.
"So, my Dad told me you got your results back," he said as I came up for the second time.
"Yeah," I said.
"That's great. So we don't have to worry anymore, and Lucas doesn't have to be your father," he said.
"Why?" I asked, as I pulled up again.
"Uh, because we're most definitely not blood relatives," he said, chuckling.
"That's not why I'm not going to be with you," I explained. I caught a flash of his beautiful eyes crumpling.
"Then why not?"
"Because! You're my best friend BJ! And I won't risk that!"
"Not for the best kiss you ever had? Not for the best chance you've ever had of a real relationship?" he demanded. I paused as I surfaced again.
"It's not like I don't got options," I said shortly.
"Cal, I've got all the options in the world and still I need to be with you," he said slowly. This was true.
"Yeah, like my sister," I shot back.
"Come on. That was one time that meant nothing to either of us. And I still wish it had never happened. Just cut me some slack?" he begged. I glared at him as I collapsed on the floor, exhausted.
"Hey, hold my feet," he instructed. I sat up again.
"You've called yourself my brother about a thousand times," I pointed out.
"I've been lying," he admitted.
"It's wrong."
"Yet so right," he said. For an instant I met his eyes, and his gaze met mine before traveling down my body. I shivered under the intensity.
"You know what, hold your own feet," I said, standing up and running from the gym.
"Callie!" called Nathan. Or was it Sawyer?
