A week went by and I couldn't begin to describe how paranoid I was becoming. I felt as though Amber saw me kissing Ms. Stewart. She has been acting all different. She's been quieter, not that I'm complaining, but something seems a little off. But if Amber did see me, she surely would have made a big deal, come on it is Amber were talking about. But anyways I have been waiting an hour to get the okay to take my mom home from the hospital. I grew impatient and decided to go to her room.

Inside was a man in the suite, he was sitting next to my mom. She was reading a paper, and he was talking to her. My mom nodded her head from time to time. She seemed to have finished reading the paper, and the man handed her a pen. It looked as she was signing something. At this I came in to see what was really going on.

"Thank you mam, these will be official by tomorrow." The man said closing up his suitcase. He gave me a nod as he walked out of the room.

"Why aren't you ready?" I asked.

"I won't be out until later tonight." She said giving her attention to the television.

"I have a game tonight, I can't drive you home." I said. My mom or dad never came to one of my games after Timmy died.

"Well I'll just take a cab." She said turning up the volume.

"Who was that man?" I asked.

My mother continued to stare at the TV, tuning me out completely. I grabbed the remote, turning off the TV.

"I will ask again, who was that man?" I screamed.

"My lawyer, now give me back that remote." She demanded.

"Why was he here?" I asked.

"I had to sign the divorce sheets." She said avoiding my eyes. The anger in me began to rise.

"What?" I asked my fists shaking.

"It's not working out, your father and me. It's over." She said still not looking at me.

"Do you even fucking care how I feel? Ever since Timmy fucking died, you two never looked at me the same way again. Did you ever think I needed someone to be there for me? Huh mom? No, of course you fucking don't." I cursed. All my anger was finally coming out.

I watched my mother stare at me.

"You two are fucking pathetic. Only care about yourselves, won't even speak of Timmy, you tremble at the thought of him." I yelled. I left not giving her a glance.

I practically ran into the locker room, the game was starting in ten minutes. I quickly threw on my uniform and basketball sneakers. I ran out of the locker room. As I got out onto the court Mr. Jones called me over. I explained to him why I was late, and he told me to go and take some shots to warm up.

As I shot I couldn't focus on basketball. I kept thinking of my mother's and father's divorce. I'm not sure why I was so angry. Maybe once they got divorced our family would have officially torn apart was the reason. My shots weren't going in, and I was becoming even more frustrated.

The game was about to start and we were called over to the bench. The commentator introduced the starter's names, me being one of them. The national anthem was sung by some girl or boy. I really don't know. I was having a hard time focusing as it was.

As the game started I was doing horrible. I missed open shots, and easy lay ups. I was 0 for 6 for foul shots, something I was usually good at. I turned over the ball so many times, I lost track after eight. Mr. Jones soon pulled me out.

At half time we were down by eight. He gave the five that would be out there next period, me not being one of them. I really didn't mind for once though, I'd just do horrible. I saw Ms. Stewart call me over.

"Yeah." I said frowning. I wasn't in the mood.

"What's wrong?" She asked looking concerned.

Everything.

"Nothing I'm fine." I lied. I began to walk away, but only to be pulled back.

"Lilly, please don't shut me out." She pleaded. "I want to help you."

"Not now." I sighed. Man I felt like an ass. I walked away leaving her confused.

We ended up losing. I felt as though it was mainly my fault. I was given angry looks by my team mates. Mostly the seniors, this was their last chance. And next year would be my last chance. I sat in the locker room alone, crying. I felt someone behind me.

"Lilly." A voice said. I knew that voice, but I didn't turn around. I didn't want her to see me cry.

"Please go." I said to Ms. Stewart.

"Lilly I care about you." She said putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I know, I really do. You're really the only one. I appreciate it, it means so much. But right now, so much is going on." I said whipping away a few tears. I managed to stop crying.

"Lilly, you weren't yourself tonight. You usually put your teammates before you, no matter what's wrong." She said.

"I know, I know. It's just everything that has happened crashed down on me. I couldn't handle it." I said putting my hands on my face.

"When you need to talk, I'm here for you, always." She said leaving.

I was tired of her feeling sorry for me, I really was. And I knew if I told her about my parents, it would end up leading to my feelings for her. And I defiantly couldn't tell her that. I made possibly one of the worst decisions of my life, and I told Matt I liked him. I just had to get over Ms. Stewart.

Thanks for all the reviews last chapter and sorry if this one is a little short. Next chapter will be her Junior Prom with Matt. It will be about two months later. Well anyways review (: