Chapter Forty-Two

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*Rae's P.O.V* *May*

I woke up in my bed to my phone alarm. It was the normal school alarm, but I wasn't going to school today. That's right, state championships for softball. Track happened two months ago. I got first in all of my events. Of course, no surprise, we go against the smelly tigers. Also, tomorrow morning we leave for Magcon. I already finished up my school work for the year, so after tonight, I'm technically a senior!

I went to the kitchen for food. I opened the fridge and found a strawberry smoothie with a note.

Good morning sweetie! I'm working until noon, then will meet you at your game! Good luck! Let's get a third!
- Mom

I grabbed it and went into the living room and turned on the T.V. I found 21 Jump Street so I decided to watch it. School was cancelled today for everybody because of our game.

After a few minutes of watching the movie and drinking my smoothie, my phone dinged.

Brett 😍: Hey stud! You up?

Rae 😘: Yeah! Come over! I have three hours before I have to leave for hitting.

Did I forget to mention that Brett and I are dating? About a month after New Years, he asked me out. That's just going to make Magcon ten times better. He came walking in and sat down next to me on the couch. "You ready for the big game!?" he asked.

"Eh."

"Eh? That's all you have? Come on! Aren't you ready to keep the defending title?!"

"It's just another game, can't treat it any differently," I said shrugging my shoulders, "OH MY GOSH! MACY NEEDS TO GET HER ASS OVER HERE FOR THE MOVIE!"

"Jeez, took you long enough to realize it," she said walking in from the kitchen, "Sorry lover boy, but it's tradition, and you get to be with her the entire summer. So...leave."

Macy and Matt broke up. They literally couldn't take the distance. It was too much for them. Same with Paige and Cameron. I have absolutely no contact with him. If he ever came home, I'd just hide out at Macy's until he left.

"Good luck today, kick some tiger ass," he said winking at me.

"You know we will," I said as he left. I turned to Macy staring at me. "What?"

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked, I nodded. "Do you think that he'll come to the game?"

I knew what she mean't by 'he'. "Cameron promised that they would come to this game, but I haven't talked to him in five months. I doubt it."

"What about Nash?"

"I think that we both know the answer to that. Besides, she's due in like a month. He has to get prepared for his kid. I doubt that he would want anything to do with me by now."

*Nash's P.O.V*

"Hey Nash, I'm going to do it. I'm going to go to her game. I promised her and I'm going to do it," Cameron said sitting down on a chair across from me.

I was laying on the couch trying to get rid of my head ache Whitney gave me. They come daily. "Really bro, all I care about is trying to find a way that Whitney's kid isn't mine."

"Look man, we've tried everything. At least the fans don't know yet."

"Dammit. This headache is a bad one today. Got any drugs or alcohol that can make me forget the previous hours? It might be illegal, but so worth it. I really don't want to remember yesterday at all." Cam made a face almost like a lightbulb popped in his head. I sat up, "What are you thinking bro?"

"You said that you don't remember a thing from the night you apparently had sex with Whitney. All you remember is partying. You told Rae that you were drinking because that's what you were telling yourself why you can't remember anything. Bro...I think Whitney drugged you."

"Drugged me then what? Raped me so she could have my kid?" I asked actually getting interested in this.

"I don't even think it's your kid bro."

"Well we have to wait another month before we can figure that out, don't we?" I asked second guessing myself.

"With how far along she is with the pregnancy, doctors should be able to tell by now."

"Cameron, I think it's time to go in for a check-up."

"Indeed, I think we're running a little late too. We got a game to get to tonight."

"Oh Whitney!" I shouted, "Let's go for a ride!"

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