-Emma's POV, Monday Morning-

The mood of this past weekend was rather…laid back. Ever since that talk, we've just been taking it easy together, one step at a time I guess. We still do have a long way to go together…and we still need to figure out what happens with his career. It's March now, he has a little of two months until he could get his sling off and start physical therapy to Wrestle again in the summer. I'm kind of scared about what's going to happen, but that's not my concern as of now.

It's about 6:55am, I have five minutes to leave until school. Phil made some Waffles…they were burnt, he really isn't that good working on the stove in the morning. I ate in anyway, now, I'm just getting on my Derrick Rose jersey, and my Skinny Jeans…they're a little too, well, skinny.

"Stupid jeans…" I mumbled, jumping around my room while trying to pull them up. "UGH!"

I kept jumping around, trying to get my jeans on, but I ended up tripping over something and falling right onto the floor.

"Ouch…" I said, right in pain on my back.

"You okay?" I heard Phil shout from downstairs. I sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I shouted down. "And it still isn't on me…"I mumbled under my breath, getting up onto my feet. "I guess I'll wear sweats today."

Then, I got into some black sweatpants real quick, then grabbed my sneakers and got them on and put my backpack over my left shoulder and then left my room and made my way downstairs.

"Ready?" Phil asked me, over by the door, fiddling with his sling.

"Yeah, sure," I said, running my right fingers through my hair, then heading outside to his car.

"So do you have practice after school?" He asked as he got in the car.

"Um, no, but uh, I have something going on," I said, getting my seatbelt on.

"What is it?" He asked me, starting to pull out of the driveway.

"Just hanging out with a friend after school at The Y…can you pick me up around 4?" I asked him, a little nervous about what he'd say.

"Yeah, no problem," He told me, to my shock.

"Um…okay then," I said, smiling, then turning on the radio.

I don't know why, but I thought he would say no. I'm happy he didn't, maybe it's a good thing I didn't say that friend happened to be Blake…

XxX

"You have a date with Blake!" Cassidy asked me, toward the end of 9th period.

"It's not exactly a date…just us alone…hanging out, that's all," I said with a shrug.

"Yeah it's a date," Kayla said besides us.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, then looking over at Mrs. Cates. She was passing out the test we took last week, and I was anxious.

"It's still alone time…with BLAKE," Cassidy said. "Sexy Blake…"

"It's nothing more than us just playing basketball, get over it," I said, rolling my eyes again.

"Why did you join the basketball team?" Kayla questioned.

"For Blake…" I mumbled out.

"EXACTLY," Kayla said, a sly smirk growing.

"Look, NOTHING IS-"

"LADIES!" Mrs. Cates yelled, who was apparently in front of us. "This isn't social hour!"

"Well it's not like you're teaching or anything….in our defense," I said, as she gave me a stern look.

"You two," She said, pointing to Kayla and Cassidy, "Back to your desks, NOW."

Cassidy and Kayla just rolled their eyes, but didn't protest and walked over to their seats, then Mrs. Cates looked at me, then handed me a paper.

"Might wanna watch your mouth…but as far as that quiz goes…keep it up," She said, a sly smirk, then walking away, I was confused at first, but then I looked over at it.

I got an A-. Only two questions wrong. That's all. Not an F. Not a D. Not a C. And A. A-. This is the best I've done in literally, forever. I couldn't help but let this stupid smile grow upon my face. At least this is one thing going good with my life as of late.

XxX

"So…I'm just warning you," Blake told me as we were walking into The Y's gym. "I'm extremely good, and looks like you're giving me that kiss…" He said, face growing into a smirk. I just rolled my eyes.

"Dream on, Roo," I said to him, as he just chuckled, then shook his head.

"I won't be waking up from that dream," Blake said.

"Don't worry, I'll be waking you up," I told him.

"Is that a promise?" He asked me, sounding a little cocky…kind of like my dad does in these wrestling videos I see him in online.

"Guaranteed," I smirked at him.

"Yeah…sure, whatever," He said, rolling his eyes, as we stood right infront of the gym. Then, he opened the door. "After you, my lady,"

"Your lady?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"My mom always taught me to be a gentleman, and that sounds pretty gentleman like," He said, a half smile growing onto his face, as was mine.

"Alright then…but I'm not your lady," I said.

"Yet," He said. My smile turned into a smirk as I walked into the empty gym with the basketball court. "It's just gonna be us, I hope you don't mind."

"No, it's fine," I said, as he headed over and grabbed a basketball.

"Again…if you wanna leave now, go ahead," He said, then pausing to throw me the ball. "But beware, after it's all said and done, your lips will be placed right upon mine."

I smirked again, then I shot the ball, and it went right into the net. "Don't worry, that won't be happening."

XxX

-Phil's POV, 4pm-

"Right on time…" I said to myself as I pulled into the parking lot in The Y.

Emma told me to pick her up at 4, and it's 4 now. I think she said she'd be in the basketball court…I'm not sure. Probably though. I started walking into The Y, then looked around until I saw the gym down the hall. I opened the door and walked in and was about to say something, but then I noticed Emma wasn't alone- she had someone with her…a guy. A guy was with her. I just raised an eyebrow and leaned back onto the wall and watched.

"I told you I'd beat you," I heard Emma say to this guy, her tongue sticking out.

"One more shot," The guy said, grabbing the ball.

"I'm beating you by 10 points, you can take that shot, but even if you make it you won't win, so go ahead and try, but you're still going to lose," Emma said to him.

I saw him grow this incredibly cocky smirk on his face, then he took the shot and it hit off the backboard, but his cocky smirk stayed on his face. Who the hell does this kid think he is.

"Alright, fine, you beat me," The guy said.

"I told you I would," Emma said to him.

"Hey, you just got lucky," The guy said to him.

"Luck is for losers," I said, jumping into the conversation, catching Emma and this guy by surprise as they turned around and saw me.

"Oh, hey dad," Emma said, as they started walking over.

"You told me to pick me up around now," I told her, yet looking at the guy.

"Yeah, yeah I did," Emma said, also looking at the guy.

"So uh…" I began. "Who's your friend over here?" I asked, pointing at the guy while pointing at Emma.

"Oh, he's our team manager," Emma said.

"My name's Blake, Blake Giroux," The guy said, trying to do this half-smile or whatever, then he extended his hand for a handshake, but I just looked at it. He eventually got the hint and put it back in his pocket.

"We just came to uh, you know, play basketball…" Emma said.

"That's nice…" I said, still looking at this 'Blake' guy.'

"Well…um, I'll see you at school tomorrow, right Emma?" Blake said to her, looking at her.

"Yeah, you will," I said, answering for her as I saw Emma bite her lower lip in the corner of my eye, but I was still looking at Blake.

"Yeah, what he said," Emma said. "See you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye," Blake said to her, another half smile growing on his face.

"Bye to you too," I said to him, coldly, before I opened the door for me and Emma to walk out, just leaving him.

I barely know who he is…but I don't have a good feeling about this 'Blake' guy. And worst- I have a feeling he likes my daughter. But even worst then that- I'm afraid she might actually like him back. Dammit, why couldn't have Charlotte had a boy instead?