Hey everyone - I know it took like ages to update, but I have been very busy with preparing for a tournament and then they said I could go to China to the international competition but now I'm not allowed...so I'm a bit pissed.

So this is the LAST CHAPTER!

I totally ran out of ideas, I'm sorry. I hate drama stories after writing two of them. - So please read and review the new one "Life's what you make it".

Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favourited this story.

You guys are great.

Mitchi

Troy sighed and just nodded.

The team was very confused by this gesture and turned back to the coach, their eyes wide with sudden interest.

The coach gulped and looked around, but didn't catch Troy's eyes. – Although he tried but Troy wouldn't look at him at the moment. So the coach started to stumble over his words, obviously getting more or less uncomfortable…

A few days later

Troy

Walking down the hallway I tried my best to ignore the glances people were throwing at me. Since the team knew about what had happened, it seemed to have spread like a fire. – Everyone knew about it and it was driving mad to receive all those looks. Looks that meant "I'm very sorry, I can totally understand how you feel". But I knew that none of them knew how I'm feeling.
Sometimes I felt like going back to what I used to do to get rid of my anger, but Gabriella and everyone else who really was there for me wouldn't want me to do so.

The most important game of the year was coming ahead and the constant glances weren't very helpful while preparing.

Chad

Every time we were preparing for the game in the gym, at least 40 people were sitting on the bleacher, their eyes never leaving Troy. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been a problem, he was used to handle it. But since everything came out he seems even more nervous. Everyone knowing wasn't what he had hoped it would be. Troy had hoped they would understand and give him some space, but instead it turned out to be the exact opposite.

And that the most important game of the season was coming ahead didn't help anyone either.

So after practice was finished I met up with the team, already having planned what to do against it.

"So listen up guys, you know the game's coming up, right?" They all nodded their heads slowly in agreement. "So we'll just tell everyone secretly that they should please just leave Troy along for a while so he can get control of his live again." I had a small proud smile plastered on my face and noticed that the rest of the team seemed quite pleased with my idea as well. – At least no one stood up saying: "What stupid idea!"

"So it's said, so we'll do it!" Everyone nodded and got up and went to their individual lookers, just as Troy entered the room. We all looked up, scared he might have heard what we had been talking about. But he just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What's so funny?" He walked to his locker just like everyone else.

Relieved I gathered my things and got ready to leave that place they call "school".

The day of the game

The plan had worked perfectly. – Absolutely perfect, it couldn't have been better going.
Troy didn't even notice that we were talking to everyone telling them to let him get his mind upside up again and no one tried to disturb anything.

So when the game started, Troy wearing the captain's badge, I realized that the other team made a huge effort to avoid Troy whenever they could. As if they were afraid of hurting him or looking like they were mean to someone who can't defend himself.

Somehow Troy had noticed as well so in the first break he walked to the other team's captain and said: "I don't really appreciate how you're playing the game. Eitherway you play it like you always do or you can go home right now. It's no real game and don't tell me it's for my sake. Do you really think I don't see that you are avoiding fouling me when I have the ball, hell you don't even try to keep me from getting the ball?!"

I walked towards Troy and grabbed his arm, slowly dragging him with me, back to our team. – The other team stood there speechless.

The game continued as if nothing had happened. – Apart from the fact that the other team seemed to have changed their strategy. They weren't avoiding Troy anymore, no. They just ran into him all the time, even if he didn't have that stupid basketball. – Don't tell the ball I said it was stupid, please!

But this strategy had only one effect: Troy played better than ever, he fought for the ball and made point after point – non-stop.

The next day

Troy

Waking up in my room the first thing I noticed was my aching body. A few months ago I would've remembered a night full of beatings. – But things changed.
The game yesterday had been great – we won!
Although the other team kept on running into me, but I didn't care – the more they tried to foul me, the better I played.

The party was great as well. No one did question why I blew up like that on the other team's captain, which means no one knows what happened. And that's fine with me. If they knew many things would change…too many for my liking.
Me and Gabby danced a bit and then just hang around in the garden, lying in the grass watching the stars. It was relaxed, words weren't needed.

I also got a letter saying I'll get the house of my dad; I'm not sure what to do with it by now but I think I'll come up with an idea.

I got up and walked down the stairs and I stopped in my tracks when I saw a police officer and my dearest stepmom standing on the porch. My mom had her back turned on me and didn't see me coming down.

"For the last time, he doesn't want to talk to you and I'll make sure that you stay away from him for the rest of his life!" She hissed at Sarah, thinking I was upstairs, asleep.
I stepped back and tiptoed back to my room, closing the door behind me.

A few minutes later my mom entered the room, I turned around and saw that she wasn't surprised that I was awake.
She sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed. "I know you were on the stairs a few minutes ago and I just wanted to tell you that the twins aren't going to be raised by anyone we know or could come in contact with us." She smiled a bit at me.

I smiled back. – The start of a normal life…

A kinda cheesy end for that story - I just wanted to end it soon. :)

Sorry again - you guys are great

Mitchi