-No POV, A Week Later. Friday at Emma's basketball practice-

Emma grabbed the basketball and took one more shot from the free-throw line, and it went right into the net. Though it started what seems like yesterday, the Semi-Conference Finals were quickly approaching, and for the first time in a VERY long time, the 7th Grade Capone Jr. High Girls Basketball team actually looked as they could place well in that competition, maybe even be Conference Champs, and if anything, Emma will be one of those teammates that will make the difference that could possibly get them a win, or a loss. She just wanted to make sure her game was up 100%.

"Someone's a show-off…" Haylee Winters had mumbled under her breath, walking behind Emma. Emma closed her eyes, then took a deep breath in, then bit her lower lip. Ever since that incident involving Emma's dad at Belleview, Haylee turned from being Emma's biggest fan to being her biggest enemy. Emma knew better though- she just kept her mouth shut. Then, Miss Ryan's whistle blew.

"Ladies! Over here!" She shouted, as all the ladies dropped the basketballs and jogged over to the right side of the gym, and then sat on the bleachers. "Alright, now, on the 21st, we have the Semi-Finals over in Hinsdale. We win, we become Division Champions and advance to the Conference Finals. Even though I've been telling you ALL about this ever since tryout…I'm STILL getting emails from your parents asking me about when the Tournament is and how long it will be…" She then paused, looking at a certain member of the team, then shook her head. "I'm only telling you this ONE MORE TIME. It is on the 21st, we leave after school and we should be getting back around 7 or 8pm, now that I've ONCE AGAIN informed you of this information, I expect that you will all go home and share this with your parents so that they know as well. If I get ONE MORE e-mail from a parent about that after today, Monday Morning, you all show up here an hour early and we do drills until 1st period," She said, getting a groan out of all the girls. "Yeah, not fun. Now go get dressed and head home, enjoy the weekend!" She shouted as she headed off to the locker room, as well as the girls. Emma was following that direction too, but someone stopped her.

"HEY! Shooter!" Blake had yelled at her from across the gym. Emma smirked after she heard him calling after her, then turned around and saw him leaning up against the wall. She started walking over.

"May I help you?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Actually, yes," Blake said, standing up straight rather than up against the wall. "I've been out with the flu all week, but uh, last week, remember our little game?" Emma just smiled at the memory.

"The one where I kicked your ass? Yes, I vividly remember that," Emma said to him, sticking her tongue out afterward.

"Of course you do…" Blake mumbled, rolling his eyes. "But….remember before that?"

"Walking to The Y…?" Emma asked, rather confused.

"No, the bet we made," Blake said, catching Emma completely off-guard. She forgot all about the bet.

"Oh uh…yeah," She said, biting her lower lip while looking down.

"So uh…" Blake said, sticking his hands in his pocket and looking down as well, but then looking her in the eyes. "Next Friday….i'll treat you right and take ya' out, how's that?"

"Um…" Emma began, a little in disbelief, but then she believed and smiled. "I'll give you my address Monday."

"Is that a yes?" Blake asked, with his half-smile, which made Emma flutter inside.

"Yes."

XxX

"HA! Not a chance in hell!" Phil laughed in the kitchen, getting a bowl out of the cabinet.

"But why not!" Emma asked, following him around the kitchen.

"You're too young!" He said, grabbing a bag of chips, then opened it and poured it into the bowl.

"I'm 12!" Emma responded.

"Exactly!" He said, crumpling up the chip bag and throwing it away. He tried grabbing the bowl, but surprisingly, he couldn't pick it up with his just one hand. Emma sighed, then grabbed it for him. "Thanks," He said, heading back over to the living room.

"Thankful enough you'll let me go on a date with Blake?" Emma asked hopefully, following him. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Not only do you want to go on a date…but you want to go on a date with BLAKE?" Phil asked her. "HA!"

"Come on, dad!" Emma groaned. "Please!"

"No, that's final," Phil said to her firmly, then he sat down on the couch. Emma sighed, and flopped down onto the couch next to him. She had her arms crossed, until her eyes caught the tv.

"You watching the White Sox and Cubs game on WGN?" She asked him.

"NORTHSIDE ALL DAY!" Phil shouted with a smile on his face, then grabbing his Pepsi and taking a sip. Emma looked again and saw that the Cubs were up to bat, then she smirked.

"Hey," She began. "Wanna make a bet?"

"Keep talking…" Phi began.

"If this guy scores a homerun, you let me go on that date with Blake, if not, I'm done asking about it and I won't start dating until I'm a freshman," She said.

Phil just smirked. There was no way the Cubs were getting another home run. They had one already, but with two outs, and the fact this guy wasn't THAT good, there was just no way.

"Alright, you got yourself a deal, Em," Phil said, looking at his daughter.

Both of their eyes were glued to the tv. Edgar Gonzalez was up to bat for the Cubs. He took his first two shots- got strikes each. Phil smirked again, Emma's losing this bet. Then, he took his final shot, and then, Phil went blank.

Edgar actually hit the ball out of the park and got a homerun. Normally, Phil would be happy, but now….

"YES!" Emma shouted as she jumped off the couch, cheering. Phil was still in disbelief.

"You gotta be kidding me…." Phil said, blankly.

"I'm gonna go call Cassidy and tell her!" Emma squealed, then ran upstairs to her bedroom.

Phil just sat there, still in disbelief. He couldn't believe his daughter was going on her first date..and with….that. When he was younger, he promised himself if he ever had kids, he would be one of those 'cool dads' and not 'over-protective'. He's about to break that promise and go into complete over-protective mode.

A/N- UGH, I feel like it's been forever since I've updated…I'm so sorry! So Monday I have a band concert- My band and I are playing Harry Potter And The Deathly Hollows, Part 1 and 2…I don't think I got the name right, oh well- so don't expect an update then unless I get a quick one up before dinner, but maybe…hm. I wanna get one up tomorrow or Sunday night, but no guarantees. For reasons beyond my control, I have trouble when it comes to concentration and paying attention, so whenever I'm on the computer I have Word open with the chapter I'm typing, but I end up getting up and starting to do random irrelevant stuff. Sorry…BUT, do look for an update this weekend! :D Anyway…

Emma's going on her first date! And With Blake! But uh…Papa Punk doesn't look too happy…what's gonna happen? ;)

Thank you for all the reviews and story alerts I have! I read the reviews and as for the alerts, I signed onto my email last night and noticed I had A LOT. So thank you all for making my first story a success…so far. Haha. But seriously, thanks! Again- be on the look-out for an update this weekend! :)