A/N: Hi everyone. Thank you all SO much for all of your warm reviews for the last chapter. Although I realized that it was a huge turning point in this story, I didn't expect that big of a voice from you guys! You're the best! I apologize for being late in updating this (it's been a month since my last update!).. there's no excuse really. What's sad is that school starts again on monday for me, so I'm definitely not looking forward to attending school again, when I could have taken the summer semester off. Anyway, here's another highly anticipated chapter... where lots of stuff happen here as well!

Disclaimer: I don't own Darkest Powers/Darkness Rising. Btw, who else is looking forward to The Rising? I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE DEREK AGAIN. GAH A YEAR? And thanks again to my friend/beta-reader KG for helping me with some of the ideas and giving me his opinion on my writing!

Chapter 20: The Game

You know the feeling you get when your mind decides to disturb your peaceful slumber by telling you that it's time to get up? Well, that's what I tried to ignore as I curled my body closer together, trying to catch a few more moments of sleep. It was just so warm. Not to mention the comfortable weight that pressed against me, giving me a sensation of being shielded from harm. I didn't want to wake up, especially since I couldn't recall having such a good sleep in a really long time. The smell of a forest after the rain came down made me relax and my consciousness started to slip out.

Suddenly, I stopped. Wait... what? Although only half-awake, I was sure that I could hear another set of breathing... that was a lot closer than one would expect. In fact, it was right next to me.

My eyes snapped open at the thought and realized after a few blurry moments that I was staring at a familiar shirt. One of Derek's. Not only that, but I was also curled up next to him, with his arm around me as he slept deeply.

A guy was in my bed.

I jolted awake as instinct kicked in, burning away any trace of possible logical explanations for this particular setup. I yelped in surprise as I scrambled away from him as fast as I could, cracking my head against the wall. A million shards of light burst into fireworks as I winced at the pain, momentarily forgetting what I had been doing. A groan escaped from the other side of my bed brought me back to the situation at hand. Derek had woken up from the cacophony that I had caused.

"W-w-wh-" I stammered as I stared at him through wide eyes.

Derek sat up as he snarled a yawn and rolled back his shoulders. Evidently not as perplexed by our position as I had been. "Relax, Chloe, it's not what you think," he mumbled sleepily as he rubbed his face with one large hand.

"T-then what h-h-happened?"

"You feel asleep after crying so much last night. And you grabbed onto my t-shirt, refusing to let go," Derek explained as he nodded towards his shirt, which indeed looked stretched out, presumably from what I did. "I tried to unclench your hand, but I figured that it would wake you. And after last night, you definitely deserved a break. So I just decided to save us both the trouble and slept in your bed."

"Oh." My cheeks burned with embarrassment because I had no recollection of falling asleep after my break down last night. That and making a huge fuss out of nothing. "Sorry about the shirt," I mumbled.

Derek shrugged. "No big deal. Got a few more like it," he said as he looked at me, his face almost apologetic. "It was kind of cramped, but did you sleep okay?"

I slept great. In fact, better than usual. But I wasn't going to say that without putting us both in an awkward situation, so I just managed to let out a squeaky "uh huh" and hoped that he would just let it drop.

Luckily he did and got up to stretch. "3 hours until the game," he murmured as he peeked at the clock. Then another glance back at me, this time almost hesitant. "Are... you still coming to the game?"

I tossed the covers aside as I also stood up. "Yeah, of course," I replied as I straightened my pillows and tried not to imagine Derek sleeping in the space that I had just organized.

"Nate's going to be there too," Derek said softly as I turned to look at him.

His eyes were full of pain and silent anger on my behalf. He couldn't forgive Nate for what he did. Even though it wasn't his fault that this had happened, Derek still blamed himself. And there wasn't anything that I could say or do to relieve him of that.

I sighed as I thought back to yesterday and my heart felt like a block of lead. It still hurt to think that I was foolishly strung along by Nate's plans for revenge against Derek. It was as though I didn't matter to him. My throat constricted as I swallowed painfully. "I know, but I won't avoid him. It's going to take some time for me to get over this whole thing, but after letting it all go last night, I feel better," I replied slowly as I met his eye. "And... oddly enough, I'm even a little relieved to know the truth. Surely that has to be better than the alternative."

Derek looked unconvinced as he glanced away and said nothing. I walked over to him and laid my hand on his arm, the contact making Derek meet my eyes. "Hey, I'm okay now," I told him with a small smile. "Really. You don't need to worry about me. Ignore Nate and just concentrate on your game, alright?"

At the set of his jaw, I knew that Derek wasn't going to forget this anytime soon, but he said nothing and nodded, which was good enough for me. "Well, I don't know about you, but I didn't really get much to eat last night, so I'm starving. Let's go get some breakfast," I grinned, watching as the tension in Derek's face relax into a small smile, one that I had grown familiar with.

"Yeah."

After getting our breakfast, we headed to our usual table in the back of the cafeteria. As usual, Liz, Tori and Simon were already there, chatting in high spirits, presumably about the game today. However, as we approached the table, they looked up and the conversation ceased. It was as though someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over the table. "Good morning," I greeted after a moment's hesitation.

Liz gave me a once over, her cerulean eyes dark with worry. "Chloe," she said softly.

I gave her a small smile as I nodded towards the bench. "If it's okay with you, I'd prefer to eat while sitting down," I joked.

Liz looked around her and realized that there wasn't any room for Derek and me, so with a quick apology, she moved down the bench. I set my tray down and took my place while Derek sat down beside me. I glanced around the table to see my friends looking at me with concerned looks. "What happened last night?" Liz questioned finally, breaking the silence.

I swallowed thickly as I lowered my gaze to my bowl of oatmeal. "Nate and I broke up," I replied.

Twin looks of surprise crossed Tori's and Simon's face while Liz gasped. "Why?" she asked quietly, her brows furrowing. "You guys were getting along so well."

I flinched as I thought about our relationship. It was true; everything was going great between us. But what did that matter when Nate lied to me? Our relationship was something that he just fabricated for his own convenience. It was never real. Taking a deep breath, I launched into my story for the second time about what had taken place yesterday.

When I had finished, a stunned silence fell upon our table. However, after a few seconds, Tori was the first to break it. Standing up, she pounded the table with her palms, causing everything on the table to quiver. "That asswipe!" she hissed furiously, as several heads turned in our direction, obviously alarmed by the commotion. "How dare he?"

Simon quickly tugged her down. From the angry set of his eyebrows, I could tell that he was just as infuriated, though he was more subtle about it than Tori was. "Sit down. I'm sure that Chloe doesn't want an audience," he said through clenched teeth.

At the mention of my name, Tori's gaze flew to mine and the rage in her face dissipated a little. "Sorry," she muttered as she sat back down, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm just frickin' pissed off."

Liz's face crumpled up. "I can't believe that he'd do that," she whispered, her voice unsteady.

"I know. I couldn't quite take it in either, but it's the truth. Nate didn't even deny it when I confronted him," I said, staring into my bowl of oatmeal.

We sat there simmering in silence, our meals forgotten. "And to think we'll have to play with him today," Simon added. "Just great. I don't think I can stomach seeing that bastard's smug face."

I shook my head. "You can't let this issue interfere with your game. That goes to you too, Derek." I glanced in his direction. "I'm grateful that you guys are on my side, but I can handle this. There's no reason for you guys to lose your cool over this matter."

When the guys didn't say anything, I sighed as I nodded to their plates, still full of food. "Anyways, you need your energy, so eat up," I pointed out.

At my words, Derek and Simon did finish their breakfast though with less vigour than usual. For Derek, who could wolf down any amount of food and enjoy every bite, it seemed almost tasteless. When I thought about seeing Nate again so soon, it chased away my appetite, but I ate enough so that I didn't worry my friends. As we finished off the last bit, a figure approached our table and we looked up.

It was Peter Ricci, one of Simon's and Derek's friends. He was also one of the nicer guys on the basketball team. "Hey," he greeted.

Simon shot his teammate a grin. "What's up? We're supposed to meet already?"

Peter shook his head. "Not yet, we still have another hour before we're supposed to meet. Coach is getting antsy since this is our opening game, so he got me to tell you guys to get prepared," he said, looking from Simon to Derek.

"Got it," Derek rumbled as he drained the last of his OJ and stacked his dishes together. Then he turned to me. "I'm going up to the room to get ready, so I'll see you later."

I nodded. "Sure."

As Simon and Derek turned away to place their trays on the counter, Peter looked at us. "You guys coming to the game?" he asked.

We nodded. His grin grew. "Cool. Make sure you cheer us on."

"Don't worry, we will," Liz said, as Derek and Simon returned.

Peter looked a little surprised for a moment, before giving her a warm smile. Then he left with his teammates. I blinked at the motion and turned to look back at Liz, who was turning a little pink. I raised an eyebrow at her. "So... what was that?" I prompted.

Liz shifted her gaze nervously. "What was what?"

Tori leaned across the table as she gave her friend a close inspection. "You like Peter," she teased, a impish smirk forming on her face.

Liz's cheeks flushed at the accusation. "No I don't," she replied, her gaze darting everywhere but at us.

Tori and I exchanged knowing looks and shared a secret smile. Then as we looked back at the third member of our trio, Liz scowled. "Fine, I admit it. I like him, okay?" she confessed after a while.

"Ah you're so adorable," Tori remarked. "Just look at the blush."

Liz rolled her eyes good-humorously. "You guys are terrible friends," she said mockingly hurt.

I smirked. "Nah, you totally love us. How did you get to know him anyway? He's in Gen-Ed, like Derek and Tori."

"Yeah he is, but it turned out that he played the piano when he was younger. So when our choir class needed a piano accompaniment, Peter offered," Liz explained with a shrug. "Last year, we got someone from the senior music class to play for us, but this year, they have their practice during the same block as we have choir, so we had to find someone else."

"And so, you fell in love with his heavenly playing," Tori added with a roll of her eyes.

"Like I said, you guys are terrible friends," Liz repeated in mock anger, but it was ruined when a small giggle escaped her mouth.

Within seconds, the three of us burst into giggles and laughter, ignoring any weird looks that spectators gave us. It felt great not to think about Nate and wallow in self-pity. I knew that I would have to deal with him eventually, and I had already decided not to avoid him, but right now, I was grateful to have a distraction.

Once breakfast was over, I made my way up to the room that Derek and I shared, feeling a lot happier and lighter than I had felt last night. As I closed the door behind me, muffled sounds of the shower running greeted me. I smiled to myself. Who would take a shower before a game? Only Derek would. But I guessed it was a way to calm his nerves for the game. After all, it was the season opener.

There was still about two hours before the game started and an hour before the team had to meet, so I decided to send an email to Aunt Lauren and my dad, telling them about my school life, though I left out the part about Nate. Then I spent the next few minutes checking my favourite site and blogs before I heard a knock at the door.

I frowned. We weren't expecting anyone, but it was probably Simon, getting his brother. I glanced back at the floor, where Derek's sports bag was half-packed. Not to mention that Derek was still in the bathroom. I got up and answered the door. "Derek's not-" I started to say but the words froze in my mouth when I saw who was standing not a foot from me.

It was Nate.

A strangled sound escaped from my throat as I stared at my ex-boyfriend. No matter what I had told myself earlier, about not avoiding him, I still wasn't ready to see him just yet. The hurt burned through me and I gritted my teeth tightly. My throat constricted as I swallowed painfully, not knowing what to say. Take a deep breath, Chloe. Just see what he wants and then tell him to leave. I agreed with my inner voice and took a shuddering breath. "What do you want?" I asked coldly, silently praising myself for not stuttering.

Nate met my gaze, his pale green eyes filled with hurt and remorse. "Chloe," he breathed as he took a step towards me.

"Don't."

I retreated backwards and Nate froze, his expression pained. Then he realized that I wanted to keep the distance between us and remained where he was, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He took a moment to compose himself, as though the confident Nate that I knew had disappeared without a trace. But then again, it was also probable that I didn't know him in the first place. After all, it had all been an act.

I scanned his face, and noted the dark shadows that hung below his eyes. As well as the paleness of his face. It was as though he went through a restless night. I swallowed again. "What do you want, Nate?" I repeated as Nate's eyes flew to meet mine.

"I... I want to talk," he said quietly.

I scowled at him, determined to keep my heart locked. There was no way that I was going to let him push me over. "We're done, Nate," I snapped. "There's nothing to talk about."

Nate shook his head. "Please, Chloe. Hear me out," he pleaded, his voice filled with anguish and misery.

Some part of me wanted to just slam that door in his face and say "screw him", but there was another part of me that Nate had latched onto. I hated it, the way his words affected me. He didn't have any right to come here and ask for forgiveness, especially after what he had done. But I also knew that I couldn't move on until I listened to what he wanted to say. As I opened my mouth to agree, a thud of heavy footsteps erupted behind me.

Without another word, with him raging like a storm, Derek flew past me and grabbed Nate by his collar, ignoring my protests. "What the hell are you doing?" he roared.

Nate's eyes widened in astonishment before narrowing at his teammate. It was hard to tell which face showed greater hatred towards the other. He struggled for a moment before jerking out of Derek's grip. Panting slightly, Nate stepped back, determination set on his face.

"I need to tell Chloe something."

Derek scowled, his face darkening in anger. "Yeah? Well too bad. You don't get to talk to her." And with that, he slammed the door in Nate's face, before turning on me.

I glimpsed the monstrous expression that Derek wore and flinched. His eyes were full of barely controlled anger while the set of his shoulders was tense and rigid. Waves of fury rolled off him so strong that I couldn't help but to shrink back a little under the scrutiny of his gaze.

Derek started at my movement and blinked, as though mentally shifting gears. I watched as his expression changed, the darkness drawing back from his face, my Derek returning. "I..." He swallowed and tried again. "I'm sorry... I'm not mad at you. I'm just-"

"-pissed at Nate," I finished for him as I gave him a small smile. "I know."

A sigh, as though relieved that I understood. "Right. Well uh...I should get my stuff together, since it's almost time to meet up with the team," Derek said as he raked a hand through his hair.

I nodded. "Yeah."

So an hour later, I sat with Tori and Liz in the stands as the guys came into the gym in their uniforms. One by one they marched onto the court, dressed in royal blue and white as we cheered deafeningly for their arrival. However, when I saw who was leading them, my heart stuttered. It was Nate.

His face was tense and serious as he made his way across the gym, not even glancing at the crowd. From the set of his shoulders, I knew that he was anxious and distressed about the match, as though he couldn't afford to have any mistakes. He's probably thinking of his dad again. I thought as I watched him with conflicting emotions. I couldn't imagine what it must be like for him, to have his only remaining parent to not care about him. Nate wanted his dad to see him so badly that he became jealous of Derek and used me as an instrument of revenge. I hated him for lying to me, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for Nate. I wonder what he wanted to tell me before Derek had interrupted.

Luckily, I didn't have time to dwell on it because Liz nudged me and pointed to the rest of the team. "Look! There's Simon and Derek."

Sure enough, Simon walked next to his brother and glanced at the stands. Upon seeing us, he shot us a blazing grin and nudged his brother, pointing in our direction. Derek looked up and nodded once, his face impassive. If I had expected the same reaction from Derek, I would have been disappointed. But I knew that he was already preoccupied with concentrating on the game.

After Lyle Academy's team got onto their side of the court, the opposing team made their entrance. They sported brilliant red and black jerseys, and walked with a stunning air about them. Tall, athletic and powerful, I knew that our team wasn't going to have an easy match. I also couldn't help but notice that both colours looked dangerous, as though they were meant to intimidate the other team. I wasn't really into watching sports, but I knew that sometimes there was bloodshed during a match and I really hoped that it wouldn't happen today.

As the guys practiced speed dribbling and shooting, something had caught my attention and I frowned, trying to determine what it was. A few moments later, I had my answer; it was Kit, Simon's and Derek's dad. He was down below trying to find a seat with a good view. I stood up and waved to him. "Mr. Bae!"

He glanced up at the mention of his name and it took a few seconds before his eyes met mine. Then a smile crossed his lips and he made his way up to where we sat. "Hello Chloe," he said as he took his seat next to me. "And who are your friends?"

I introduced Liz and Tori and they both greeted him. "I'm glad that I made it in time. It seems that they're just warming up," Kit commented as he watched his sons practice.

I nodded. "The game won't be starting for another ten minutes, but I'm already nervous," I said. "I heard from Derek that Southpoint is a strong team."

Kit smiled. "Derek doesn't show it, but I'm sure that he's nervous as well. Will it be your first time watching them play an official match?"

Another nod. "Ah, I see. There's nothing quite like someone who puts their all into what they love. Derek and Simon will show you that," he said as he looked down at his sons fondly.

We watched as the teams went for a few more rounds of shooting and passing before their coaches called them in for a brief discussion. Five minutes later, five players from each side got on the court, getting ready to start the game. Derek, who was the tallest player on the team, stood facing against another player on the opposite team. From the look on their faces, they were both prepared to be the one who got the ball.

When the referee tossed the ball into the air, it seemed as though everything was in slow motion. Both players leaped into the air as their arms stretched as high as they could go, desperate to one-up the other. Inch by inch the ball drifted upwards, given momentum by the force applied by the referee in black and white. Then suddenly, I blinked and everything resumed its original speed. Like lightning, the ball vanished from my view and cheers could be heard all around me as I searched for the object.

Hearing the squeak of rubber sneakers race down the court, I focused to see which team had the ball. Through the process of elimination, my eyes finally landed on the said object, which Simon had possession of. Apparently, Derek was successful in being the one who got it to his team.

However, once Simon was forced to stop with the ball in his hands, he looked back and forth to find someone to pass it to. It had become a man-to-man defence, with each player blocking an opposing player. It didn't help that his own marker was doing everything he could to prevent Simon from passing. Finally, a senior that I didn't know from our side broke away from his check, and waved for the pass.

As soon as Simon did so, the formation of the game changed again, this time, both sides racing towards the net. After a quick feint, we got the point. With a roar, the audience cheered, celebrating the first point of the game. "Nice assist!" Kit called out as Simon shot his dad a quick grin before finding his mark again.

It went on like that for the next little while, scoring and then being scored on. It seemed that whenever Lyle Academy got a net, the opposing team returned the favour, keeping the points close. Slowly, as the time ticked away, I could notice that exhaustion was starting to set in on both sides. Sweat dripped from their faces as they braced themselves, struggling to breathe. Some were even injured. The coaches continued to switch players back and forth, but even then, the players that had the most time on the court were the starters.

As the team's MVP, Derek definitely lived up to his title. For someone his size, he was unbelievably graceful, weaving in and out between players while still maintaining his ball control. Normally in school, he was difficult to approach due to his intimidating appearance. His outstanding social skills didn't really help either. But here on the court? Derek got along well with his teammates. He was usually the one who got passed to for a chance to shoot or did the passing if he couldn't. However, I couldn't help but notice that there was one person who he refused to have any contact with. It was Nate. But it didn't really matter until the final quarter, where both schools were neck to neck in the race to get as many points as possible.

The other team had possession of the ball when they were blocked off by Derek and the others. They weren't close enough to attempt a shot, so the only option available was to pass to another teammate. However, with a man-to-man defence like in the beginning, it proved to be difficult to get a clear pass. They couldn't afford to have the ball intercepted with the score so close, so the ball handler glanced around for a free teammate. And during that slight hesitation, Peter snuck up behind his mark and knocked the ball out of his grip, enabling a loud cheer from the stands as Derek scooped up the ball, dribbling furiously down the other side of the court.

Desperate to keep Derek from scoring, the rival team kept at his heels, not giving him enough time to set up for a three-pointer. Grunting in frustration, Derek backed off, dribbling with one hand while using the other to keep his marker away. Within seconds, both teams had arrived, each determined to win. Derek glanced at each member in turn, but they were unable to lose their checks. That is, until Nate did a feint which made his marker trip and lose their footing. Taking advantage of his freedom, Nate raced off to the side, shouting for Derek to pass.

Derek glanced at Nate, who dodged the players in between and I saw the hardened look on his face. My heart thudded wildly against my chest as I recognized this look of hatred. Even before he moved, I knew what he was going to do. Please Derek! Don't do it! I wanted to cry out, but he did the exact thing that I feared that he would do; He refused to cooperate with Nate.

Derek jerked away from his marker and took off, swerving in between the players, determined to score for himself. I watched as Nate's look of shock evaporated into one of anger as he scrambled towards the net. As another defending player stood in Derek's path, hoping to accuse him of charging, Derek dodged to the side and shot from an ugly angle. I held my breath as the ball flew through the air, praying silently that it would go in, but it didn't. Instead, the ball bounced off the rim and into the hands of the other team.

And off they went to attempt a shot of their own. However, I wasn't watching them; I was too busy staring at Derek, unable to believe that he messed up his game because he didn't want to work with Nate. To make matters worse, Nate flew at him. "What the hell was that? I was wide open!" he yelled, his voice ringing through the gym.

Derek shot him a glare, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Shut the fuck up. I don't need to listen to you," he replied, his voice low, but audible all the same.

"I'm the team captain!"

"Yeah? Doesn't seem like it to me. In fact, you haven't gotten a basket at all this game. All you've done is run around the court pointlessly."

I flinched at his words and before I knew it, Nate punched Derek in the face. Derek's head snapped back at the impact as he fell to the floor, blinking in surprise. Then he recovered and punched Nate back. The crowd gasped as we stood up in shock. "Derek! Nate! Stop it!" I yelled as I stumbled to get out of the stands.

But they continued to fight. Fists were flying everywhere as the two of them got tangled in a whirl of blue and white, moving so fast that I couldn't see what was happening. Finally, the referee and Lyle Academy's coach rushed to the scene and pulled them apart. All four guys were panting heavily. Once they were restrained, the coach barked orders for the substitution of two players. It was clear that Derek and Nate were out of the game.

I made my way down to the bench where Derek sat, who was seething silently at Nate, sitting on an identical bench halfway across the room. From what I could see, Derek had a bloodied nose while Nate held his hand to his eye, where a shiner was starting to surface. As I approached my roommate, Derek stiffened. "Go back to the stands, Chloe," he said through gritted teeth.

"But Derek-"

He cut me off with a level look. "I mean it. The game is still on and you're not allowed to be down here."

I hesitated as I looked at his blood covered hand. As I opened my mouth to argue, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked back to see Kit shaking his head at me. "We should do what Derek says," he said softly, his face an emotionless mask. "He can handle himself."

I glanced back at Derek, whose expression softened. "Please," he added and I finally nodded, retreating back to my spot.

The game continued, but the excitement that I had felt earlier vanished as though someone had smothered the fire with a frying pan. Due to the commotion that the fight caused, the other team was able to score a three-pointer, and from there, the gap in the scores increased. Finally, the match ended, with an eleven-point difference and Southpoint was awarded the victor. Disheartened, Lyle Academy's team got up to congratulate them before sinking back down on the team bench.

One by one, the crowd disappeared until my friends, Kit and I were the last ones to remain besides the team. With their heads lowered and their spirits dampened, they looked so different from the proud team that had walked into the gym nearly an hour earlier. It was made worse when their coach loomed over them, his fury evident by the redness of his face. "What is the matter with you lot?" he demanded, his spit flying. "I've never been so humiliated in my life! To have two of my best players going at it with each other!" A sharp glance at the two guys. "Because of your foolishness, you cost us the game."

No one said anything as their moods sunk even lower. Even Kit, who looked like he wanted to defend his sons, was unable to say anything. The coach bore down on Derek and Nate, who flinched under his presence. My heart sank as I glanced at their coach. There was no way that they would get off unscathed. However, the next words that came from him took my breath away.

"As punishment, the two of you are not only demoted to second-string, but both of you are suspended from any team activities for the next two weeks. Including games," the coach hissed as his eyes shot back to Nate.

"And you have been stripped of the title of 'Team Captain'."

A/N: Dun dun DUN! -evil music plays in the background- I'm terribly cruel, aren't I? Both Derek and Nate got booted off the starters for their team! What will they do? More importantly, what will Chloe do? She's not gonna take that lying down for sure. Haha, I'm gonna admit that I don't really have much planned for the next chapter, but I'm praying that it'll turn out alright, since the rest of my story has turned out better than I had originally hoped for (I probably only had like 40 percent of it planned whereas everything else was a stroke of inspiration).

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