I'm back!
Sorry, Holidays!
Kids. Family. Too much messy clean up. :)
Anyways, on with it. This chapter picks up a couple weeks to maybe a month after the last chapter.
I had a review, that was not supposed to be answered through this chapter, but I went on and worked it into it anyways. Hopefully, this will clear a few things up.
This is the first chapter of the season kick off for basketball!
Anyways, I'm not a story. Love you all.
His lips.
Her lips.
It was all either could think about, for the majority of the day but in this current moment, it was damn near intoxicating.
Madison leaned back resting her head against the wall, but her heart continued to race—mainly because Jamie's lips never left her body. They never did. Not that she was complaining.
"We are going to be late," Madison said, her voice so soft she barely heard herself speak, the only sure-fire way she knew she had spoken was the rattle in her throat.
"We won't" Jamie assured her, his lips trailing down the side of her neck. "I promise".
"You said that this morning and we missed first period".
"As long as you don't miss yours we have nothing to stress about".
Madison chuckled, quietly.
"I'll be quick" Jamie offered as she felt his hands sliding up the back of her shirt.
"How romantic" Madison said rolling her eyes.
"Fine" Jamie said leaning up straight, so that he was now taller than she was—but bending down just enough so that his forehead was pressed against hers. "I won't be fast, I will be slow—I will take my time, I will kiss every inch of your body before we leave this room".
Madison placed a hand on each side of Jamie's face—attempting to fight every urge rolling around under her skin.
"It's not very often that we don't have to be quiet, though," Jamie said stepping back. "No one is home, everyone is at the school. We have the place to ourselves—but if you want to go we can if you want to waste this opportunity. I mean for once I wouldn't have to leave my pants around my ankles in case someone walked in—but if you don't want to have sex, longer than five minutes that's fine".
Oh, this man—he was good. Too good.
And a little too cocky, by the smile on his face, he knew that.
"You're an ass," Madison said.
But, she didn't give him time to respond before closing the space between them and pressing her lips to his, almost violently. The two hit the bed, and their clothes hit the floor.
Children, teenagers, parents, grandparents—and ninety percent of Tree Hilo's populations made their way into the high school gym to celebrate the start of the basketball season.
As Brooke walked into the gymnasium with Haley she couldn't help but chuckle silently to herself at the thought of a tourist passing through Tree Hill on this night. It resembled nothing more than a ghost town.
Perhaps they loved basketball, perhaps it was a family tradition to that they attend, or perhaps there was nothing better to do on a Saturday night when most of Tree Hill's establishments were closed until the night was overdue to the attendance so they had no choice but to come. But, for whatever the reason was the seats began to fill up, rather quickly despite the small-town community charm.
"Blach" Brooke said as quickly chewed and swallowed the piece of popcorn she had tossed into her mouth. "I overstated my popcorn" she complained to Haley. "Trade me"?
"Trade you my over buttered popcorn for your over-salted"? Haley asked. "Deal".
As if it had been an actual question.
The two best friends traded the red and white striped bags diving mouth first into the goodness inside.
"Who are you looking for"? Haley asked.
Brooke hadn't realized that she had in fact been looking around until it was pointed out to her.
"No one" she muttered, her eyes falling down into her bag of popcorn—attempting to find the piece of corn with the most butter.
"No one wouldn't happen to wear too many necklaces and jeans a size or two to tight would he"? Haley asked, grinning—though Brooke didn't know that, considering she didn't lookup.
"Harry Styles is here"? Brooke asked shooting her head up, though joking she played the part fairly well.
Haley rolled her eyes. "You can't avoid him forever".
"I'm not—I got his autograph at his last concert".
"Brooke" Haley moaned. "You know good and well I'm not talking about a boy band rockstar—although I'm starting to see the similarities between him and Luke and it frightens me".
"You know what frightens me"?
"What"?
"You using words like frighten, I feel like I'm in a Steven King novel".
Haley rolled her eyes. "It amazes me you even know who that is—and I'm a teacher and frightened is not a strange word just because it isn't in your very limited vocabulary".
Brooke tossed a few shreds of popcorn at her best friend, but Haley barely felt the small pieces hit the side of her head.
"You can't avoid him forever—or Peyton for that matter," Haley told Brooke.
"Those are two entirely different situations".
"How is that? You're avoiding Luke because you kissed, and you're avoiding Peyton why? Oh, because you kissed Luke—and you haven't told her".
"I haven't told her because I haven't talked to Luke and I haven't talked to Luke because if I'm being honest I don't know what the kiss means" Brooke explained. "Don't get me wrong, it was a great kiss. But, I don't know—".
"Do you regret the kiss"?
"No, of course, I don't I just—I can't help but think of Julian".
Haley stopped walking and Brooke repeated their action, turning to face her friend.
"Brooke, Julian would want you to be happy," Haley told her. "Wouldn't you if the roles were reversed"?
"No," Brooke said folding her arms. "Okay, maybe—I don't know, what would you do"?
Haley paused. "Honestly, I couldn't imagine being with anyone else but Nathan—if something were to happen him but I know he wouldn't want me to live in the pain of his death forever. I think it's different when you're older, but you're not. Brooke, you're young and healthy and you deserve to be happy and if Lucas is going to be the cause of that happiness then you need to stop worrying about Julian. You mourned him, I was there—you cried, you couldn't even stay in Tree Hill for months because your grief was so strong, but you can't let that pain dictate the rest of your life. You want a family, I know you. So, if it's Luke fine—if it's not that's fine, too. But, you're Brooke freaking Davis, you're not meant to spend the rest of your life alone".
"And all these years I thought it was Penelope," Brooke said smiling. "Thanks, tutor girl".
"When exactly is that nickname going to die"?
"Probably around the same time Jamie's great-grandchild gets married".
"Wonderful".
"Is that—is that Keith"? Brooke asked pointing.
Haley looked up to see Deb sitting next to Keith on the bleachers—adjusting a rather large hat on his head.
"Oh, my god," Haley said.
The two rushed over to the spot where Deb and Keith sat on the bleachers, both of them more eager than the other to see Kieth.
"Keith," Haley said, a little too excited by his sudden appearance.
"You know who I am"? Keith asked them. "You can recognize me"?
Brooke and Haley glanced at each other before they both nodded.
"Was we not supposed to"? Brooke asked.
"Damn it," Keith said. "I'm supposed to be incognito, but they knew who I was from across the room".
"Maybe they just know you that well" Deb suggested.
"Or maybe it's that damn hat," Brooke told him. "You look like you're trying to be both Blake Shelton and Pharrell Williams—which didn't work on the voice so it isn't going to work in your poor wardrobe choices".
"Who"? Keith asked.
"When we are done here you and I are going to binge-watch the voice".
"The—the what"? Keith asked looking at Deb. "What in God's name is she talking about"?
"Why are you dressing up... incognito"? Haley asked, fighting the laugh that she wanted to let out.
"He wanted to see Lily" Deb explained.
"And that requires the world's worst Halloween costume because"? Brooke asked.
"He wanted to see her play, they have texted while he is been at the rehabilitation hospital—but he wanted to see her play and if she knows he is here she might not play," Deb said. "Or she might be so distracted she might not be able to play well at least".
"If you don't want her to know you're here I would take off that hat" Brooke suggested. "You look like you're going to jump up during a half time and pull a damn bunny out of it".
Keith tore the hat off of his head, as Deb and Haley laughed.
"It's good to see that you're still the same Brooke Davis," Keith said shaking his head but smiling.
"I age like wine" Brooke informed him.
"More like milk," Keith told her.
Haley laughed as Brooke scowled at Keith before the two girls sat down on the bleacher below Keith and Deb.
"It is good to see you," Brooke told Keith, smiling at him. "How are you feeling"?
"Better—ish"? Keith told her. "I never thought there would be a day where I would have to use a cane to walk because I took a nap".
"A nap? Your legs haven't been used for seventeen years" Deb told him. "He has been doing excellent, he has made great progress. The first day he couldn't even stand and just a couple weeks in and he is already walking by himself".
"Keith that's great," Haley said. "Deb is right".
"There's a sentence I never thought I would hear" Brooke commented.
"The doctors told him that if he could walk for twenty minutes standing up he could come to this, and he would be discharged," Deb said, ignoring Brooke. "He wanted to see Lily and he worked so hard to do it".
"I know she was disappointed whenever you got transferred to a hospital out of the state," Brooke said.
"But, it was the best—we explained that to her," Haley told Keith. "And you needed the best, now look at you. You're walking—you're here. She will be so ecstatic to see you".
"I can't wait to see her, but I want to wait until after," Keith said. "I thought she would be a cheerleader or something, as her mom".
"She might look like Karen but that girl is a Scott through and through," Brooke said pointing.
"And if anyone knows anything about Scott's it's Brooke," Haley said—teasing.
"Nathan is this close" Brooke said holding her index finger just a hair above her thumb looking at Haley "to joining me on the dead spouse train—and unlike Keith, you won't come back from the dead".
"Technically, I never died," Keith said. "It doesn't logically make sense to use that term, no one can come back from the dead".
"But, it makes you sound more of a badass".
Keith paused. "Carry on, I came back from the dead—I'm indestructible".
"You're like a superhero in Levi's," Brooke said nodding.
"Oh, god," Deb said rolling her eyes.
"Are you nervous"? Haley asked interrupting Brooke and Keith's shenanigans before it went too far, as she assumed it would with Brooke involved. "About meeting Lily"?
"I don't know," Keith said, honestly. "I guess I am, but it all just feels so surreal to me—it doesn't feel real. But, I know it is. I have missed everything, her first word, the first time she walked or ran or rode a bike or drove, I don't know even know who taught her to drive—".
"Peyton," Brooke said. "Lucas tried, and he came back drunk".
Keith chuckled. "I feel like I ask everyone this—but what's she like"?
"A pain in the ass" Brooke said without hesitation.
"What do you say about me when I'm not around"? Haley asked.
"Nothing I wouldn't say to your face," Brooke told Haley with a simple shrug before turning to Keith. "Everyone has probably told you all the good things about Lily, well I'm here to tell you of all the bad. She doesn't listen, to anyone. She knows what she wants, and she will go through anyone to get it. Her mouth has no filter, she is spoiled and entitled—oh, my god. She is just like I was".
Haley couldn't help but laugh as Brooke came to the realization—and Keith sat back, slightly nauseated.
It had been a long time since Lucas had been in a sweaty boy's locker room, with the anticipation of a game hanging over the room. Although, it didn't feel much like he remembered.
"We are going to destroy them".
Now, it felt like he remembered.
Lucas couldn't be sure which of the boys made the remark from across the room in the midst of all the guys, he assumed it was one of the freshmen. The squeaky voice made it a very good assumption, he remembered fairly well how excited he was that he no longer sounded like he had a frog stuck in his throat by the end of summer before his sophomore year.
"Just remember," Lucas said holding his finger up. "You are technically playing against your own team—we are playing the lady ravens so—".
"Take it easy on them"? Chuck asked crossing his arms as he leaned against the locker. "Yeah, right. Lily owes me a month of doing my laundry if we win".
"I was ready to give a speech—but I'm suddenly remembering I live with Lily and I have smelled your clothes," Lucas said shaking his head. "But, no don't take it easy on them—I want you to treat this like any other game. Trust me, I have seen those girls play and they can kick half of your asses with their eyes closed, which is why some of you might find yourselves on the bench".
"If this isn't a real game—what is the point in all this"? One of the seniors in the back asked.
But, the eighteen-year-old suddenly wished he hadn't when everyone turned around and stared at him.
"You just moved here didn't you"? Lucas asked tilting his head.
"Yeah, end of last year—how did you know that? I never told you that" he said to Lucas.
"Wild guess" Lucas told him sarcastically. "It's Aden right"?
"Yeah".
Lucas wanted to kick himself for not especially remembering everyone's name, but now wasn't the time for that. He was sure he would forget later, but he wasn't too stressed about it.
"We start every basketball season with a celebration of some sort about every year," Lucas told him. "It's been a tradition as long as I have been alive, but this year we are doing something a little different. I'm the coach of the guy's team, and my brother is the coach of the girl's team so this year we decided to have a game. The girls against the guys, a little friendly competition".
"So, you had nights like these when you were in high school"?
"Sure did".
"What year stands out the most"? One of the boys asked.
"Easy, midnight madness" Lucas said without blinking.
"What makes that year different"? Aiden asked.
"Don't you boys need to get ready"? Lucas asked in an attempt to avoid the question.
"There was a fight," Chuck said.
"It's legendary," Aaron told him. "Didn't you fight Coach Scott—the other Coach Scott"?
"And the cheerleaders, too," Andre said. "Is it true your ex-wife kicked the mascot"?
"I heard you broke Nathan's jaw"?
"I heard Nathan made you his bitch".
"I thought you both ganged up on your dad".
"I thought the cheerleaders kicked the basketball teams ass"!
Welcome, to Tree Hill.
"Whoa! Whoa! Look, there was a fight" Lucas said. "I was a senior—that's all you need to know but I can easily tell none of you read my book. Nathan couldn't kick my ass if he wanted to, and he has tried on more than one occasion. Finish getting ready, we have a game to win".
"This is going to be easier than practice," Bentley said from the back.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that" they heard as Nathan stepped in. "I have coached this team through many championships, now I'm coaching the girls and I say you got a hell of a fight on your hands".
"I say you need to re-evaluate," Lucas told his little brother. "I got the son of a former NBA superstar on my team".
Lucas expected a groan from Jamie, an eye roll, or a sarcastic comment but was shocked when he heard nothing.
As was Nathan.
The two both looked back at the team to find one person noticeably missing.
"Where is my son"? Nathan asked his brother.
"He is your son why are you looking at me"? Lucas asked. "I know where my daughter is".
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Has anyone seen Jamie"?
"Not since this morning," Andre told him.
Nathan shook his head before he and Lucas quickly made their way out into the hallway.
"He is a little late—no big deal," Lucas said pulling his phone out. "I will call him".
"Yeah, except Madison is also not here yet".
Lucas had a response but didn't have time to give as the brothers turned the corner nearly smacking into the very person they were on the hunt for.
"Where have you been"? Nathan asked, without taking a second to even digest his presence.
"I'm late"?
"You being late wouldn't have anything to do with the lipstick on your neck would it"? Nathan asked though he was sure he knew the answer.
Jamie took a quick glance in the mirror across the hall to see that his father was right, and his hand immediately went up to his neck in an effort to remove the red stain.
"Don't look at me like that" Jamie told his dad. "You know Madison and I have sex".
"I do," Nathan said. "But, I also know you told me you want to make a career out of basketball but you can't do that if you're off somewhere screwing and late for every game".
"It's not like it's even a real game, I wouldn't have done it if it was a real game," Jamie told him. "It's just some crazy traditional celebration and we happen to be playing a game. You're making this into a way bigger deal than it is".
"Real game or not I want you to bring your A-game," Lucas said before Nathan fired back with anything else. "You got it"?
" Yeah, I already spanked her ass once tonight I don't care to do it again," Jamie said with a hint of a smile.
"Just go get ready," Lucas told him pointing down the hallway and Jamie followed in the direction of his uncle's finger. "And wash that damn lipstick off".
Once Jamie disappeared Lucas turned to find his brother with his head pressed against the wall, he was sure it wasn't for fun.
"You alright"?
"I'm really worried that one day he is going to come up to me and tell me he is into BDSM" Nathan said standing up straight running his fingers through his hair.
"Relax, he is a teenager—he is probably more talk than anything and besides—I thought you were okay with him having sex. Or you seemed to like it".
"I was—I am," Nathan said. "I mean I'm not cheering him on from the sidelines but I support my son and his right to be sexually active".
Lucas crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow, in slight confusion by his brother.
"Are you high"? Lucas finally asked though he was sure he had been curious for some time—or as long as he had known him.
"I saw them," Nathan said shutting his eyes tightly. "I took Jamie's laundry upstairs to his room and I saw them through the window—at Brooke's. They were canoodling, and I think I have PTSD".
"Wait—you saw them"? Lucas asked, trying his best not to laugh—though by the look Nathan gave him he was sure he was failing.
"Yes, and now every time sex gets brought up I get this visual in my head of my son and it's traumatizing. At least before I knew but I didn't know—know you know"? Nathan asked pacing back and forth. "And the worst part my sixteen-year-old son was breaking our moves I have never seen before and I partially want to ask him about it"!
"How long did you stand there and watch"? Lucas asked. "Long enough to get on some list so the town knows you're house is the house kids run-up to and ring the doorbell as a dare"?
"I barely got a glimpse all I am saying is a sixteen-year-old boy shouldn't know how to do things like that"! Nathan said. "I don't ever think my body has moved like that".
"Is this your way of trying to convince me you're not a pervert"?
"You're not funny"! Nathan said. "I walked in his bedroom, set the basket down on the bed, looked up—saw what I saw, probably looked for less than five seconds and ran like hell. I didn't even see Madison—thank God, but I saw him and it's wigged me out".
"Wigged you out"?
"I literally don't know how else to describe it".
"Okay," Lucas said holding his hands up. "Since you have talked in circles, about things you should really only tell a licensed therapist, let me just make sure I got the gist of this. You were okay with Jamie having sex, you're still okay with it—you support it or whatever but now it freaks you out because you saw it, but he doesn't know that you saw it—you just said it was less than five seconds maybe they weren't doing what you thought they were doing".
"There was thrusting and trust me only one thing feels good enough for a man to make that face, every man makes that same facial—whatever".
"Kind of curious how you know that but moving on, maybe you should talk to him"? Lucas suggested.
"He is sixteen, and he is starting to confide in me about things and wants to talk to me like he did when he was a kid—but now it's about things that are important to him. He doesn't talk to me about just sex, he tells me about Madison, and school—college, he wants to hang out at the river court and wants me to go with him just to pick out some new shoes before the season starts. We listen to music and go out to eat, it's not even like he is my kid anymore—he treats me like a friend".
"So, you don't want to tell him you saw him having sex because you will no longer be the favorite parent"? Lucas asked with half a smile.
"You try being in competition with Haley and tell me what it's like, it's rough out here for a thug".
"What tv shows do you watch"?
"Jamie had jersey shore on last night it's the one where Snooki—".
"I'm starting to think it's because you feel like a teenager again".
Nathan chuckled. "It's honestly, I don't want it to be weird. He is leaving for college in two and a half years, he turns eighteen soon a year and a half. I just want time with my kid, but if I tell him he might get awkward and not want to hang out with me anymore".
"Oh, you're worried he won't ask you to homecoming"? Lucas asked.
"Oh, shut up," Nathan said shoving his brother, though it barely affected him.
"Look, Nate, I get it. You want to spend time with Jamie but if you're acting weird like you just did with him he is going to start picking up on it. You either need to tell him or you need to get your feelings in check".
"What would you do"?
"Me? Oh, I wouldn't have looked out the window".
Nathan hated his brother sometimes.
"I'm actually genuinely concerned," Lucas said folding his arms. "If this is what you're like—what is Haley going to be like when she finds out Jamie is having sex"?
Nathan responded, "I'm praying we don't cross that road until his wedding night".
Madison walked into the girl's locker, or sprinted was more of an accurate description but luckily enough everyone was still getting ready. She hated being late—she hated Jamie for making her late, but she didn't hate it that much.
The sixteen-year-old girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear attempting not to smile as she reflected back on the past hour of her life, she tried and failed.
Madison wasn't shocked when she walked to her locker and found Lily standing next to her, their lockers were side by side after all. But, she was surprised when she saw her best friend staring down at the phone in her hand. Not that having her phone glued to her hand wasn't out of the ordinary but the look on her face was.
"Is everything okay"? Madison asked.
Lily looked up, completely unaware that when Madison had come in, and a little taken back by her question causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. "Erm—yeah, it's just my dad," she said. "I will never get tired of saying that".
Madison smiled. "What is it"?
"We have been texting and he just read my message and didn't text me back," Lily told her sitting her phone down inside her locker. "I just hope nothing is wrong".
"I wouldn't worry too much about it," Madison said smiling. "He is new to technology, it's probably an honest mistake or you said he has physical therapy right? Maybe he is doing that or his phone died, it's probably something completely minor".
"I agree" the two heard and looked up to see Lucy standing in front of them, hands on her hips which ironically wasn't too far from the bottom of her skirt. "No one told me that becoming a cheerleader means you have to dress like a slut".
Madison and Lily giggle slightly at their friend.
"You look—peppy" Lily said smiling. "Quick Maddie—spirit fingers".
Lucy rolled her eyes as her two friends wiggles their fingers around, proving them the worst possible people to every be cheerleaders.
"I have a couple of spirit fingers for you two," Lucy said with a sly smile."I feel ridiculous".
"Then why did you join if you hate it so bad"? Madison asked.
"My mom was a cheerleader".
"Your mom was also a slut," Lily told her.
"Not my birth mom, my adopted. The woman who raised me before she died, before I went into foster care. She was a cheerleader and homecoming queen and prom queen and valedictorian and president of the student body—".
"God, did she sleep any during high school"? Lily asked, slightly curious.
Lucy chuckled. "I don't know—but even though I have my dad now I still want to feel connected to her, even though I'm not her biological daughter I want to follow in her footsteps if I can. It probably sounds stupid".
"Not at all" Lily assured her.
Madison paused for a split second. "Speaking of parents who aren't really your parents," she said lowering her voice so that only her two best friends could hear. "Brooke has searched high and low for my parents, we have sent off everything trying to find them. But, no luck".
"I thought she was awarded custody of you at the hearing".
"It's still no more than temporary custody," Madison told them. "Which basically means anytime they want the state can come in and take me, Brooke wants to adopt me, I could have a real family but with the possibility of the state just one day deciding she isn't fit or wants to move me for whatever reason we want to find my parents to make it legal".
"You look like you have an idea," Lily said folding her arms.
"Well, no one knows anything about my parents—except my parents".
"Huh"? Lucy asked, way more than confused.
"She means the people she thought were her parents, the ones who abandon her when Lauren took her," Lily said shocked that she even understood.
"Exactly"! Madison said. "They would have to know something—right"?
"I do not like where you are going with this" Lily told her.
"What if I went and ask them"? Madison suggested. "I mean what harm could come from that"?
"And how can you trust them, they kidnapped you—".
"We don't know that for sure".
"They are on death row, for god knows what," Lily said shrugging. "And you just want to walk into a penitentiary and say hey by the way before you did for some heinous crime do you care to tell me who my parents are"?
"It's not just about that" Madison told them as she began to change into her basketball uniform. "I don't know who I am, I know nothing about myself or my heritage—I don't even know where I am from".
"I thought you were a Latino," Lily said.
"Spanish and Latino are different" Lucy told her. "My dad said you were from Spain".
"That's the point I don't know," Madison said.
"But, Jamie calls you a Latino" Lily said.
"It's kind of an ongoing joke between Jamie and me, he always said I looked less like Penelope Cruz and more like JLO, so that's why he calls me a Latino".
"I'm partial to Camila Cabello myself" Lily said.
Lucy shook her head "I get Demi Lovato vibes" she told them.
"Exactly"! Madison said. "What if I'm not Spanish? I could be American and just really tan, and I wouldn't even know it. Or what if the reason I'm not in any database, anywhere is that I was born to two parents who were here illegally? I don't know. No one does, but two people—".
"Might, they might know and that's a big might?" Lucy told her.
"I know, but it's all I got. I have been kidnapped twice in my life and literally have no recollection of either of the occurrences".
"God, you and Jamie were made for each other" Lily said pressing her head against the locker.
Truer words had never been spoken.
"I just want to know who I am, and this might be my only opportunity to do that—I already checked their scheduled execution is in four days".
Lily looked up and she looked at Lucy, and then she looked at Madison.
"Whose car are we taking"? Lily asked.
"Yours doesn't have a GPS, mine does," Madison told her. "It's a sixteen-hour drive from here".
"We would have to leave in the middle of the night to get enough of a head start before we got caught," Lucy told them.
"My house is the easiest to sneak out of," Lily said. "And Luke is the easiest to get past—sleepover? My place"?
"You don't want to ask Jamie if he wants to go"? Lucy asked.
"No" Lily answered for her. "Luke will ground me, and there is no telling what Brooke will do to her—but Jamie can't get in trouble for this. Nathan and Haley would keep him off the team for the rest of the year".
"Basketball is just a sport to you, but it's Jamie's dream—I'm not taking that away from him," Madison said.
"Are you sure you want to go"? Lily asked Lucy. "You will probably get in trouble too"?
"I can handle it, Madison needs her girls to back her up when she goes in there".
Madison took both Lucy and Lily's hands in her own, and squeezed them tightly. "I don't know what I would do without you two—and I didn't even have you a year ago".
A/N I really hope this helped clear up anything about Madison's heritage. This was supposed to be at the end of the next chapter, I was just about to post this chapter when I got a review, so I worked it into this chapter.
Also, what are the girls thinking! Aghhh!
But, the next chapter will be solely focused on the game. It's this generations midnight madness. This time you will get to see the parents on the bleachers. And don't worry, there will be a fight.
Keith is GOING to meet his daughter in the next chapter! For certain! I keep planning it, and planning it, and nothing seemed good enough for that moment. But, it will for sure happen in the next chapter. But, he isn't letting her know that he is there because he wants to watch her play, he wants to see her in action before he meets her. He just felt she either wouldn't be able to play as well as she can being preoccupied if she knew he was there, or she would have played at all. And we can all assume it's the second one, Lily would have no doubt not played.
I am pressing pause on the surrogacy storyline for quite a few chapters there is going to be a lot going on, but it's really interesting because it's going to surround the teenagers. But, the fun part is you get to see it through characters that have done things pretty similar to what they are doing, but now you get to see how they respond as parents. And of course they also got their own drama.
Like I said above this chapter took place somewhere between two weeks in a month after the last. Keith spent that time in a rehabilitation center, so that is why he has not been able to meet his daughter yet.
Also! Just so there is no question I wanted to go on and clear up that the whole Nathan part, he walked into his sons bedroom and looked up and through the window saw them across the street at Brooke's house in Madison's room! The conversation just took a weird turn between the Scott brothers, it was more of me trying to show Nathan's freak out over it. His "melt down" of sorts.
The next chapter will be so much better, not 100 percent pleased with this one but it was more of just a filler for next chapter!
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