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Chapter 3:

Recap:

I rubbed my eyes and looked again at the name, but it was the same name: Alexander Bolton.

End of Recap

"What kind of name is Alexander?" I asked myself as I wrote Alexander on the last nametag.

It finally hit me. I spun around so fast that I fell off the chair, falling on the floor on my head.

I stood up, rubbing my head. Every year, that happens.

I looked at the name again, Alexander Bolton.

I picked up the phone on my desk to call Chad, but I didn't hear a dial tone. Of course. They didn't hook up the phones until the first day.

I sighed and stood up. I walked into Taylor's room.

"Wow, it looks amazing!" I said.

Taylor looked up from the book she was reading with Nessa, "Thanks, I had some great help," she said rubbing Nessa's head.

"Tay, can I talk to you?" I asked.

She nodded and stood up. We walked into my classroom, where we sat down at one of the tables.

"Does Troy have a kid?" I asked her.

Taylor's jaw dropped. I wasn't surprised though. I never talked about Troy, and me asking about his kid? That was about a 10 on the weird-o-meter.

"W-why do you ask?" she asked still in shock.

I stood up and walked over to my desk. I came back and showed her the paper. "Look at the last name," I said sitting back down.

She looked at it and gasped.

"What kind of a name is Alexander?" she asked.

"That's what I said!" I said.

She looked at the last name and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"L-Let me call Chad," she said taking out her cell phone.

I nodded and put my head in my hands.

"It'll be okay girl! What are the odds are that it is Troy's kid?" she asked.

I groaned. It was so weird, I mean, I knew that the odds were slim, but I had a feeling that it was Troy's kid.

"Hey Chad…Good, we are finished…yeah, I was wondering if you had talked to Troy lately….he did?!...Oh my…" she said into the phone.

I hate only hearing half of the conversation. I looked up and shot her a look. She seemed to remember why she had called.

"So anyway Honey, does he have a kid?" she asked. Her eyes got wide.

"W-what is his name?" she asked again.

As soon as I saw her face, I felt my world come to end. My safe, safe, world come to end. Just gone, like kids on a Friday afternoon.

"I'll tell you later," she said. "Okay, bye," she said.

"He was married to a woman named Amanda, and they had a kid named Alexander. They recently got a divorce, and he moved back here," she said quietly.

I put my head in my hands and I felt Taylor wrap her arms around me.

"Hey, we are gonna get through this; together," she said. "Chad and I won't let him back into your life," she soothed.

I nodded and sat up.

"Why don't we go out to lunch and then go to the Y?" she asked.

I smiled. If anyone knew what makes me feel better, it was Taylor. Whenever I am upset, I go to the Y and she and I spend three hours on the treadmill.

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That was just what I needed. I walked five miles, and when I was done, I had sweated all my troubles away.

I walked into my apartment and sat down in front of the television. The news popped up on the screen, and I started cleaning and making dinner. I was pretty much ignoring the news, when I heard something interesting.

"And in Celebrity News, the rumors are true! Basketball legend and NBA star player Troy Bolton has indeed moved back to our humble town of Albuquerque!"

When I heard his name, I immediately stopped what I was doing. I sat down on the couch and watched.

"He and his charming son, Alexander, have moved back and his son is currently going to East Elementary. Currently we have no more," I interrupted him by turning off the television and laid on my back.

I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the cooking timer to go off. At least I was able to keep my same life for a few more days. Sure enough, the kitchen timer went off and I got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen.

Little did I know, I was going really wish I had continued to lie on the couch.

Cliff Hanger! Please R&R!