It's was Wednesday Night, almost 10pm. Emma was upstairs in her room watching "The Challenge: Battle Of The Exes" while also on her laptop, chatting with someone of Facebook. It was the last day of her suspension and she heads back to school tomorrow, and she also has her first basketball game tomorrow after school.

"Hey, kiddo," Phil said, walking into Emma's room. Emma sat up and closed her laptop, then turned down her tv a little.

"Yeah?" She asked him, as he leaned onto a wall near her door.

"You got your Social Studies homework done, right?" He asked her.

"Relax, I read section 1 and got all the questions done in the section review," She said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just checking," Phil said, putting his hands up in defense after he saw her eyes roll. "I checked your grades, your grade in Social Studies dropped to a B."

"Eh, I'll get it back up," Emma said.

"Alright, and you're taking a bus to and from Belleview, right?" He asked her, referring to her basketball game tomorrow.

"Yeah, the team bus," Emma said. "And you and my mom are coming, right?"

"She's making the drive up here tomorrow," Phil said, as Emma smiled. She hadn't seen her mom ever since she moved in with Phil and he got full custody. "But for now, BED."

"It's not even ten!" Emma said, protesting.

"Yeah, but you have this thing again called school in the morning and a basketball game after, you need all the sleep you can get," Phil said, getting another eye-roll out of Emma.

"I'll go to bed after the show," She said as Phil just smirked, then turned off the light. "Or….i'll go to bed now."

"Night, Em," Phil said, before shutting the door and leaving. It was a big day tomorrow.

-Thursday, Capone Jr. High, 1st Period-

"How did you do that!" One kid asked Emma.

"I hear she needed stitches!" Another kid yelled.

"Is it true you hit her because she was making out with your boyfriend!" Another kid asked.

"I don't even have a boyfriend," Emma said, with a confused look on her face while looking at that kid.

"Well that's the rumor…" that kid shrugged.

"If that's not why, why did you punch her?" Another kid asked.

"That's not worth discussing…" Emma said, leaning back in her seat.

Since returning to school from suspension, all Emma's heard people talking about was the fight she got into a couple days ago. She didn't know whether to be annoyed because people wouldn't shut up about it, or be happy that she was the talk of the school.

"So…" She heard someone whisper. She turned around and saw it was Kayla. "What was the fight really about?" Emma looked around real quick and saw everyone else staring, wanting to know the truth too.

"I'll tell you at lunch," Emma whispered as the bell rang, singling the start of 1st period.

-The Brooks House, 2:45pm-

"Man…where is she!" Phil asked, pacing around his living room.

"It's about an hour drive up to Belleview, and if I remember, about…8 hours from Nashville, she should be here by now," Colt said, laying down on the couch.

Emma's basketball game was going to be starting in about an hour, and while Phil and Colt were both ready to go, Charlotte was nowhere to be found.

"I can't believe she's late!" Phil yelled, raging as he continued to pace around the room.

"It's Chicago, maybe she hit traffic," Colt shrugged. "Try calling her."

"Yeah…maybe she did," Phil shrugged. "Hand me my cell phone, I'll call her."

Colt sat up and grabbed Phil's cell phone off the coffee table, then tossed it to him across the room. Phil started angrily dialing the number, but took a deep breath and tried to cool down real quick, then he pressed the call button and started calling Charlotte, and after ringing a couple times, there was an answer.

"Hello? It's me, Phil, where are you?" Phil began, but as Charlotte started talking, Phil's facial expression faded into a big frown. "What do you mean you can't make it! You PROMISED Emma you would come! It's her first game and you're missing it for work?...I don't care! This is your DAUGHTER, isn't she more important? So what if you had to take off a day, SHE'S YOUR DAUGHTER!...You weren't even going to call me and let me know you weren't going to show up?...Charlotte, save it for someone who cares. This is why I have full custody of her, because I actually care about her. Just stay away," He said, before hanging up and looking at Colt, who's jaw was dropped onto the floor.

"So…I take it she isn't coming?" Colt asked, as Phil rolled his eyes and sighed.

"No, something 'came up'," He said, using his fingers as air quotes around came up. "And apparently that's more important than her own daughter…"

"Wow, that's messed up," Colt said, shaking his head, "But hey, at least I'll be there."

"You're like that un-biological uncle, it's not the same as a mom," Phil said, before a sigh.

"It's better than nothing though," Colt said.

"Yeah…sure," Phil shrugged.

"Don't worry," Colt said, then putting his arm around Phil. "I'm here for you, Mr. Mom." Phil just looked at him real quick before talking.

"First, get your arm off of me, second, never call me Mr. Mom again," Phil said to him. Colt quickly took his arm off of Phil.

"Alright, fine, but admit it, you kind of are like a Mr. Mom, admit it," Colt said to him.

"Fine…I guess I am," Phil said, rolling his eyes afterward. Then, Colt started humming the song Mr. Mom, much to Phil's dismay. "Stop humming and go outside and get in my car you idiot."

"Alright," Colt responded quickly, running out the door to Phil's car, as Phil followed.

-Belleview Jr. High, Opposing Locker room, 5 minutes before game time-

"This is such a trashy locker room…" Haylee commented, with a look of disgust on her face, as she was lacing up her Nike's.

"It's Belleview, what do you expect?" Emma shrugged, lacing up her Nike's too.

"LADIES! Over here real quick!" Miss Ryan shouted, getting the attention of the team. "Pep talk."

Miss Ryan gave the girls a pep talk to get them ready for the game, getting them focused and ready. After about three minutes, they were ready to hit the court. As Emma was walking onto the court, she ran into Blake Giroux, her crush and team manager.

"Oh…um…sorry," Emma said, trying not to make eye-contact.

"Nah, it's fine," Blake said, in his incredible 'sexy' voice. "Go kill 'em out there, total beast mode." Emma giggled slightly, before heading onto the court.

Meanwhile, CM Punk and Colt Cabana were just arriving at the school and trying not to be noticed by anyone.

"And no one knows you shaved, right?" Colt whispered.

"Nah, plus, I got a long sleeved shirt on to cover up my tattoos, I should be good," Phil said as they enered the gym. "Visiting bleachers are over on the right."

The two headed over to the right and sat down right as both team's took the court and got ready. Emma was in the center, about to do the tip-off along with someone else from Belleview, right when there was a little interruption….

"HEY! OVER THERE! IT'S CM PUNK!" A kid from the home side shouted, grabbing everyone's attention from the game to CM Punk. Punk just gulped, while Emma sighed as people started flooding off the bleachers over to CM Punk, delaying the game.

"This is gonna be a loooong game…" Emma whispered to herself, sighing.