Chapter 639: In The Stands
Saturday, March 11th, Afternoon
Looking up from the court and the end of the cheerleader's routine, she turned to her husband. He was trying to ignore the man that sat next to him. She shook her head and felt her stomach rumble a bit. Resting a hand on her stomach, she looked over to her mom, her stepsister, and her new beau. The gears started to turn in her head—questions needed to be answered.
"Is anyone hungry? Because I am hungry. Y'all know I need to keep my blood sugar up," Chase said.
"I'm good, but you should. Do you need money?" Huck asked.
"Thanks, but I have my own money," Chase said.
"I'm good," Brooke said and watched Keni and Sawyer talk.
"I'm good, but thanks, Chase," Fallon said.
Chase stood up and started to move down the aisle. As she moved down, she would say thanks and excuse me to the people she moved past. She stopped in front of Fallon and Grant.
"Grant, right?" Chase asked. Fallon shot a questioning look at Chase.
"Yes," Grant said.
"I'm Chase, Fallon's older sister," Chase said.
"Oldest sister," Fallon said.
Chase held up her pointer finger to her lips. "Shh! Let's keep that under wraps," she said. That got a chuckle out of Grant.
"Nice to meet you, Chase," Grant said.
"Oh, good, thanks for volunteering, Grant; I would love the company and help," Chase said.
"Huh? What?" Grant asked.
"Go with her; it's easier," Fallon said.
"Okay," Grant said.
"Great, we're going to have so much fun," Chase said, grabbed Grant's hand, and pulled him to his feet. He followed her out of the aisle and out of the arena to where the vendors were.
"You look familiar," Grant said.
"I have that face, plus at one time, my face was all over New York City," Chase said coolly.
Grant shook his head, "No, that's not it, never paid attention to those ads anyways," he said.
"Then where from?" Chase asked as she got in line at the food vendor.
"I don't know; I'm thinking," Grant said.
"I know, I have that face, plus with Izzy being always in the news, well, you know," Chase said.
"No, you don't remind me of Congresswoman Scott," Grant said.
"Then who?" Chase asked.
"I still have to think about it," Grant said.
"Okay, now onto why I asked you to join me," Chase said.
"You never needed my help," Grant said.
"Of course not; I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king," Chase said.
"Okay, Gloriana," Grant said.
"Not many people get that quote," Chase said.
"Not many people quote the Tilbury Speech," Grant said.
"Touché," Chase said, "So, why I asked you here."
"Yeah, why did you?" Grant asked.
"What trick did Fallon pull?" Chase asked.
"She had more than pretending to be Fallon Adams and being poor?" Grant asked.
"You should hear her fake Russian Accent, where she pretends to be Sabina Matveev?" Chase asked.
"No," Grant said.
"You've never seen Sabina Matveev?" Chase asked.
"No, is she good?" Grant asked.
Chase laughed, "Oh, hell no, she's awful; it sounds like she should be chasing moose and squirrel," she said.
"I see," Grant said.
"In all seriousness, Fallon is a good person; she was there when I fell many times, and my kids love her, so that's something. She's just had a messed up life," Chase said.
"So, she tells me," Grant said.
"Yeah, money and notoriety tend to do that to you," Chase said.
"So, I've been told," Grant said.
"Sorry about the basketball game; they're usually a little more dynamic," Chase said.
"I didn't expect the Showtime Lakers," Grant said.
"Please tell me you don't want to meet Nathan Scott," Chase said.
"You know him?" Grant asked.
"It's a bit complicated, but he's family," Chase said.
"Everything is complicated here," Grant said.
"Welcome to Tree Hill," Chase said and stepped up to the counter, "Yes, I'd like two waters, a small popcorn, and some fries."
"Yes, Ma'am," the vendor said.
Chase reached up with her wallet. Grant got a good look at her hand. "Can you get the waters, Grant?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," Grant said, "What happened to your hand?"
Chase handed her card to the vendor, then looked at her hand. "Oh, that? I dislocated it eons ago, and it never healed right," she said.
"How did you hurt it?" Grant asked.
"Are you sure you're not a reporter?" Chase asked.
"No, I'm not," Grant said.
"I dislocated it skating a half pipe," Chase said.
"I see," Grant said, "Wait, what?"
Chase shrugged, "I was an amateur skateboarder, well, not anymore," Chase said.
"Do you still skate?" Grant asked.
"A little; I'm teaching my kids," Chase said.
"Yeah," Grant said and snapped his fingers, "I know who you remind me of."
"Who?" Chase asked, puzzled.
"This pro-skater Chase Adams, use to love watching him skate," Grant said.
"I see," Chase said coldly, turned, and walked away.