ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN

Episode 89

In the back of the chauffeur driven limo Reese Malden , former ER doctor, famous pop singer, popular rom - com movie star , co owner of the Washington Reign newspaper and husband to one half of Gaines Investigation Eric Fletcher, sat in an black linen shirt with rolled up sleeves and black dress pants and mirrored prescription sunshades hiding his hazel eyes. Next to him was his thirteen year old niece Willow in the Barrington Academy uniform she found " so obnoxious she wanted to puke all over herself".

Willow sighed dramatically and flipped her long golden blonde hair back over her thin shoulder. " You really don't have to come into this boring prison with me, Uncle Reese ! ," she whined as her big blue eyes rolled at him. " Aren't you supposed to be on tour or something? I could have came on the school bus you know. This limo is so obnoxious and embarrassing. "

Reese looked at her and suppressed a sigh. His and Eric's life had not been the same since she arrived from New York City. His brothers hated him but when it came to helping them out he was alright.

Reese , we need a little small loan.

Reese , could you co-sign for a house loan ?

Reese, can you take in to your new Evergreen Acres house my disobedient and disrespectful teen daughter who has been kicked out of three prep schools so far for her attitude, class skipping and obsessive alcohol drinking?

Eric said to just tell them all no but he had never been good at that. Not with his family certainly.

" Actually I do , Willow. I want to meet with the headmaster Dr. HighTower. And I have no tours and concerts planned for a while. " No. He was currently so exhausted by his whirlwind performing schedule along with the movies and interviews and everything that came with success that his manager Bailey Mullins had practically forced him to take a year off.

( " But no longer than a year, Reese , because the longer you are out of the public view the less they care about you anymore. We can't have that happen. "

No. They couldn't have that happen. Although Reese was tempted to just quit right now. He had had some fun. Seen some wild shit. Earned a lot of money. Made a best friend in Rebel , his partner in business who had discovered him singing in Dom's family living room way back when. And he could start writing the book that kept niggling at his head; the fictional account of his own stalking by an insane serial killer.

Willow rolled her eyes again and chewed on a piece of bubble gum she had stuck in her mouth. " I don't know why they made me come to this loser state ? Why can't you live in a fun state like California? Or at least DC like Uncle Rebel and Uncle Dom. "

Reese ran his hand over his geled up brown hair. " It's better than the all girl Catholic boarding school they wanted to send you to. "

She blew a bubble almost as big as her pretty heart shaped face, looking out the tinted window at the enormous school that screamed old fashioned prison to her. Then she saw a Black girl in all black clothes and combat boots running up the steps along with the cutest red haired boy she had ever seen in her life. Who was he?

" Hurry up , Sol ," she heard the girl call out to him over her shoulder. " Why are you so slow today , Sol Klein? We're going to miss homeroom and attendance. "

Sol Klein. Hmmm. Maybe her time in hell wouldn't be quite as bad as she had thought.