AN-Hey, so this is sort of a follow up to chapter 187, where Emma gets dumped by Chase. Again, sorry to be so all over the place with these story lines, but I just upload them in the order I get them.

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Aid

Freddie parked his car in front of the high school. Sam had no idea what he was about to do, but at this point, he was so fueled by fatherly anger that he didn't even care.

"Stupid Chase…" Freddie mumbled, turning off his car. "Thinking he can dump my daughter…"

He looked around at the sports field next to the school where the football team practiced as he got out of the car. He planned on giving that Chase a very firm talking to. No one made his daughter cry. No one.

He started walking over to the football players. But as he approached them, he realized that they weren't practicing, but instead, they all seemed to be huddled around something. He frowned as he craned his neck to get a better look. As he got closer, he was able to see that Chase was standing in the middle of the huddle, along with…Quincy Gibson?

What the heck was Gibby's son doing here?

"Wow, you're talking really tough for someone who's probably the school's biggest loser," Chase said, stepping closer to Quincy as the rest of the football team laughed.

"Yeah…um, well," Quincy said, looking up at Chase, who towered over him. "I'm serious, Chase. You better go apologize to Emma; you were a total jerk to her, you know."

"Please, Benson was lucky I let her stick around as long as I did," Chase scoffed.

Freddie felt his fists clench, but before he could even react, Quincy beat him to it.

"First of all, you were the lucky one; Emma's too good for you. You should consider yourself lucky that she dated you. And second of all, do you even know how much you hurt her?"

"Who cares?" Chase snapped. "She's just some chick."

"Yeah? Of course you don't care," Quincy retorted. "You know why? Because you're the biggest jerk in school."

Chase frowned. "What'd you just call me?"

"A-A jerk," Quincy repeated. "And no jerk deserves to go out with Emma Benson."

"Oh, so I'm a jerk, am I?" Chase frowned, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "Well, I'll just show you what a jerk I am."

And with that he shoved Quincy to the ground, hard. He raised his fist, but luckily Freddie, who had been rooted to his spot, watching the scene, finally stepped forward and came to Quincy's aid.

"Hey!" he said, hurrying over to the huddle of guys.

"Oh, it's you," Chase said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, it's me, the father of that "chick" you dumped," Freddie snapped. "I'm going to give you two options, Chase. You either take your little football friends and get out of here, or you deal with me!"

Chase gave Quincy one last menacing look. "Come on," he said to the football players. "Let's get back to practice."

Freddie turned to Quincy and helped him to his feet. "You all right, Quince?"

"Yeah," Quincy winced, dusting the dirt off him. "I'm fine. What are you doing here, though?"

"Oh, I came by to do pretty much the same thing you did," Freddie smiled. "Come on, I'll drive you home."