"Come in," Haley called through her door, after I knocked.

"Hey, do you think this looks good?" I asked curiously. We were getting ready for the game, and I was wearing blue jeans and a halter-top. Both brand new, I was so excited that they were getting us all these cool new things. I didn't feel too bad, because I knew that they needed to get us things as much as we wanted them, it gave them a reason for making so much money.

"Sure sweetie, you look wonderful. Here use this lipstick, not clear. That shirt brings out your eyes." She smiled handed me the lipstick, and turned back to the mirror. "What do you think of my outfit?" She looked beautiful in a sundress, it was black and white, and showed off her figure.

"I love that dress." Beth stepped into the room, and twirled so we could see her dress, she looked adorable, and excited.

"Girls…Listen lets talk about tonight. Nathan is a huge star, and we try to stay out of the spotlight, but it's not always easy. There are going to be tons of tabloids trying to get information out of you."

"Why?" Beth asked.

"Because Americans are obsessed with knowing about celebrities lives. Just don't talk to them, unless it's something simple. Like do you like chocolate? Something like that, but nothing personal. Ok, it's just easier that way." The limo picked us up, and dropped us off right in front of the arena, there were cameras everywhere.

"There gonna take my picture?" Beth asked.

"Yes, they are the people I was talking about. Do you remember?"

"Yes." We stepped out of the car, and the cameras went off. People were screaming all of our names, I didn't even know they knew my name. I noticed Brooke Davis, getting out of her limo, looking more beautiful than she did in her pictures.

"Tutor- Wife!" she called to Haley. They hugged and Brooke glanced at us. "You must be Jenny and Beth. Hi! I'm Brooke Davis, or Brooke Scott, which ever." Then a cameraman interrupted us.

"Mrs. Scott?" Both women turned to him, but it was clear he was calling Haley. "Can I get a picture with you and your two new daughters?" We awkwardly posed for a picture, and after it was over Haley talked to him.

"Please don't put that in the paper. These girls aren't used to it yet." They both laughed and he promised that he wouldn't put the new family quote in the paper. We continued down the way, stopping for a few more pictures, and finally we got to the box.

The guys were already warming up on the court, and I couldn't take my eyes off the players. Nathan, Jake, and Lucas worked like a well-oiled machine and I was so excited to actually get to see it live. There was food everywhere, and the refrigerator was stocked with so many different types of drinks that I would have never even thought of wanting.

Beth had already began to like Brooke, the moment she said that Beth could call her Aunt Brooke. I rolled my eyes when she asked, but Brooke just smiled and fell for my little sisters charm.

"Auntie Brooke, what do you do?" Beth asked.

"I'm a fashion designer."

"What's that?"

"I make clothes."

"Can you make me clothes?" I wanted to stop her but I bit my tongue remembering the conversation with Haley about letting her be the parent.

"Of course I can." Beth hugged Brooke, and announced, "Haley, she's my favorite aunt." The door opened and a boy about thirteen walked in. He was identical to his father.

"Girls this is my son, Keith. Keith, this is Jenny and Beth." Brooke said.

"Mom, you have to meet The Rock. He is so much bigger than he looks on TV." Keith barley acknowledged us and went on for a while talking about The Rock.

"Where is he?" She asked.

"Front row, I was hanging with the team, and he walked up to meet Uncle Nate and dad. It was so cool." He sat in the chair next to me. "Do you like basketball?"

"I love it." I said.

"I'm going to be down there one day. I just know I am." The game was about to start, when we were joined by a blonde woman, whom I had really never seen, and five children following her.

"Peyton, it's about time you got your skinny ass here." Brooke said. "Beth this is Peyton, our best friend. Peyton, this is Beth, and that is Jenny." Pointing to me.

"Hey girls." Peyton said to us. She looked amazing, just like Haley and Brooke, but there was something about her, she seemed distant. Like this wasn't the life she wanted, or she had lost something important to her.

"These are her children. I'm gonna do roll call real fast, so keep up. JR, 14; Kaylee, 10; Gracen, 8; Bryan, 7; and Lily, 4. There you two have met everyone, except Jake and Lucas." Brooke took the lead and made everyone feel comfortable with each other. For the rest of the game, JR, Keith, and I watched the game together, screaming at the bad calls, and cheering when the team did well. In the end we won 100-98, it came down to a penalty shot, thrown by Lucas.

"So your mom's in jail?" JR asked me.

"Um, yea."

"That's kind of cool. I've never known anyone in jail."

"Dude, Kelly's brother has been in and out of jail for like years." Keith said.

"Kelly is Keith's girlfriend. He is obsessed with her. Not to mention she is in high school and he's an eighth grader, so he thinks he is so cool now."

"Wait I think I know her. She is blonde right?" I asked him.

"Yea, and so hot."

"Yea, she's in Haley's class with me. But I didn't know she had a boyfriend."

"Yea, me."

"Oh." I said quietly, JR started to laugh.

"What?"

"Well it's just that she said she would go out with this older guy in our class. Because the only plans she had were with this loser eighth grader."

"Huh?" I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer. JR and I were rolling on the ground laughing at his confused and scared face.

"Dude, she's just messing with you," JR told him.

"That's messed up. I just met you."

"Sorry I had to do it." We continued talking waiting for the guys to come up and find us.

When they finally showed up, I stood to congratulate them and meet them. Nathan gave me a big hug, and as he let go I locked eyes with Jake. It was like looking into my own eyes, deep brown. A look gazed over his eyes; similar to the gaze Nathan had the other night.

"Hi. I'm Jake," HE said shaking my hand.

"Hi, I'm Jenny. You played a really good game." He smiled, and then Lucas grabbed my attention. I could feel Jake staring at me reminiscing about something, but I couldn't figure out what.

I overheard something strange that Peyton said to Jake, "I know Jake I see it to. Just don't get your hopes up." I never got a chance to ask what it meant, because I was taken home.