Zoe felt anxious but most of all she felt fear tremble through her body. She looked around the small town the bus had dropped her off at. She had a duffel bag and one suitcase. The town seemed to be so upbeat, so carefree. Nothing like how she was feeling. With a deep breath she gripped the handle on her suitcase and started to walk towards the practice.

She kept her head down as she walked through the town. Her heart pounding harder and harder in her chest with every step she took. She didn't know how Harley was going to react. As far as she knew, her mother had never called to inform the man she was going to show up on his doorstep. That would be like her mother, but he had to have some kind of heads up about her showing up her. She was walking into this blind. She was never given the chance to talk to the man she had learned to be her true father. She was looking forward to getting to know him. She was hoping that he could be the father she had wanted since the age of 10. Ethan walking out on her, had her confused, but she had never thought it was because of her. Now finding out he wasn't her real father, gave her the answer she always wanted but never got. Scared as she was, she had some excitement running through her veins. This was a fresh start for her, in a sense.

"What can I do for you little lady?" Zoe gave the older woman a smile.

"I'm looking for Dr. Wilkes, Harley Wilkes," Zoe clarified. She wasn't sure if there was more than one Dr. Wilkes in this town.

"He's at home, sweetie. Do you know where he lives?" Zoe had to think for a second. She had his address but she didn't know what way to walk. The town seemed small enough and it should have been easy to find her way, but getting lost in place she had never been, wasn't her idea of fun.

"Um kinda," Zoe replied looking down, feeling slightly embarrassed, never noticing the three teens that walked in.

"Lemon, George, Wade, would one of you guys be willing to show," she said frowning slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Zoe, Zoe Hart," she said looking up to see the teens that were her age standing close by. She looked the blonde girl over and returned the smile she was given. Both guys were cute in their own way, until she realized she knew one of them. If he had recognized her, he wasn't saying anything. She decided at that moment not to say a word either.

"Would one of please show, Zoe, the way to Harley's house?" In that second Zoe felt very little.

"I'm here to meet daddy for lunch," Lemon said walking off.

"We have football practice, sorry," George said walking to the door. "Wade, come on," he called.

"I'll meet you there, Tucker. It's a gentlemen's duty to help the pretty stranger find her way," Wade winked causing Zoe's cheeks to lightly heat up with blood tinting them a light shade of pink. Maybe he had remembered her after all.

"You're not gonna be able to play the next 3 games if you're late!" George huffed.

"I wont be late," Wade called back. George shook his head and left.

"You don't have to show me the way, if you'll get in trouble."

"Non sense. I wont get in trouble. I'll be on time. You uh ready?" Zoe nodded following him out the side door. "He doesn't live far from here. How do you know Harley? Where ya from?"

"I really don't know him, but he's uh my father and New York," Zoe replied softly.

"Oh wow. What are you doing here?" It came out rude but that wasn't how he wanted it to sound. He was only trying to make conversation.

"Rude much?" Zoe asked with a faint giggle. Hearing the sweet laughter leave her lips made Wade relax knowing she didn't take offence to what he had just said. "It's personal and kinda complicated. But everyone will know soon enough," she replied.

"Alright, told you he didn't live far from the practice. This is your stop."

"Thanks, Wade," Zoe told him walking up the walk way.

"Hold up! I know you from somewhere, but where?" He asked. Zoe shrugged.

"Couldn't tell ya," Zoe replied with a smirk. She knew exactly where he knew her from. She just wasn't going to say. She wanted to know if he could figure it out. "You'll have to figure it out and let me know." She turned around to look at him. "Don't say from your dreams either," she warned. Wade chuckled.

"I wasn't going to," he called out running off. He was now on the verge of being late for practice.

Zoe bit her lip lightly, watching him run off. Being left alone in the front yard quickly had her remembering what it was she was doing in this small southern town. She turned around and took each step one at a time. She lightly knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer.

"You must be, Zoe," he said pulling the door open. She nodded walking inside when he had stepped aside. "Your mother called and told me what was going on. I don't understand how she could throw you out like that." Zoe shrugged.

"Causes she a cruel witch," Zoe supplied earning a small chuckle from Harley.

"I suppose so. I don't like the idea of it, but I'm going to support you and help you out. But you'll have to get a job and do what you can. There's a few places that are hiring. I'll talk to the owners and see what I can do for you."

"That's a nice gesture and all but I can go job hunting on my own, is tomorrow ok? I'm tired from all the traveling."

"Tomorrow is fine. I didn't expect you to run out right this second. I'll show you to your room." Zoe got up from the chair she sat upon and followed Harley up the stairs. They stopped at the second door on the left. "I did what I could, you can add what you want. The bathroom is right across the hall there," Harley told her pointing to the door that hid the bathroom.

"Thanks," Zoe told him pushing the door to her new room open. She looked around the white room. A purple and green bed set adorned her new bed. She let her duffel bag fall to the floor with a soft thump on the cream-colored carpet. She wasn't ready to unpack yet. That would only make this whole thing real and not seem like a really bad dream.

All her dreams in life had been flushed down the toilet when the result on the test said positive. She had thought her mother would support her in this but instead told her, no daughter of mine, gets herself knocked up at the age of 16. She had no other option. It was either she get an abortion or she move to Bluebell to live with the father she never knew existed. She had a heart, so she couldn't kill the baby that was growing inside of her. So she did what she had to do! She packed her belongings up and moved to Bluebell, Alabama.