"chapter 23- your way out"

"i don't know, what if i'm not good enough." jordan exhaled laying back on the madden family couch.

"jordan you're so talented, any college team would be blessed to have you." brooke said kissing her boyfriend.

they pulled apart and jordan groaned.

"i almost forgot what kissing you felt like." jordan joked.

"shut up. i've just been busy with school stuff & modeling. you've also been glued to the football field getting ready for the combine today." brooke mocked.

"i know, i know. so let's just enjoy this time." jordan smiled planting a kiss on brookes lips as his hands snaked around her waist.

then the door bell rang & jordan groaned.

"why are we always getting interrupted." jordan yelled causing brooke to laugh as she got up to get the door.

she swung the door open to see her mother.

"oh. mom." brooke gasped.

"is your father home?" madison asked.

"my dads at a conference." brooke revealed as madison stepped into the madden residence.

"good, good." madison said walking into the kitchen.

"uhm, what're you doing here. i'm actually kinda busy right now." brooke said motioning to jordan on the couch.

"jordan baker." madison said opening her arms for a hug.

"ms wilde how are you?" jordan greeted hugging his girlfriends mother.

"i've been better. so brooke you've stopped coming by to see me, i just figured i'd come see why." her mother said with an obviously fake smile.

"i've just been busy." brooke lied.

"we actually have to get to the combine." brooke said grabbing jordan's hand.

"i guess i'll talk to you soon then." her mother suggested.

"yeah bye." brooke said waving and getting in the car with jordan.

"what the hell was that." jordan chuckled.

"what?" brooke questioned.

"when we're you gonna mention you've been seeing your mom." jordan exclaimed.

"i don't know, it just never really came up." brooke shrugged.

"brooke-"

"can we just go to the combine, i don't want to talk about it anymore." brooke yelled.

"whatever." jordan said starting the car and driving them over to the college combine.

brooke ran over to the table where, olivia, coach baker , & sammy we're setting up for the combine.

"hey sorry i'm late." brooke apologized.

"it's all good."coach said patting brooke on the back.

"when you said we were hosting the combine, i didn't think you literally meant we." olivia joked.

"look, i appreciate you girls for giving us a hand. it's a big day." coach said as he folded jerseys.

"asher, but i thought he was off the team." olivia stated confused looking at his jersey.

"oh, he is. he is. scouts control the invitations, not me." coach revealed.

"he didn't rsvp did you follow up? i mean this is a big deal for him, he needs this." brooke badgered.

"if he wanted to be here, he would've rsvp' like everyone else. all right?" sammy hissed as coach threw his jersey in the bin of extras and walked away.

"i think i'm gonna go see asher, maybe he doesn't know about the combine being today." brooke said.

"brooke there's no way you're leaving us." sammy snarled & olivia nodded in agreement.

"how about i go." olivia suggested.

"are you sure about that?" sammy questioned.

"no i'll go, you guys stay here." brooke said as sammy sighed handing her the keys to her car.

brooke drove over to ashers house to find him sleeping in his car. she knocked on the window twice & he abruptly woke up.

"hey." asher said coughing.

"hey." brooke greeted.

"brooke. what're you doing here?" asher stuttered out.

"i think the question is what're you doing here? have you been sleeping in your car." brooke questioned.

"yeah." asher admitted.

"i got into it with my dad, & he put me out. things didn't go over well with my mom in malibu either, so." asher shrugged.

"i'm sorry asher, but your plan can't be to drink your problems away & sleep in your car." brooke exclaimed.

"don't tell anyone about the car thing. my life is already pathetic enough as is." asher begged.

"okay. on two conditions. one you put this on. it's your combine jersey." brooke agreed.

"the combine? that's today?"asher said surprised.

"yes asher, it's today. you're already off the football team. i mean, this might be your last chance at a scholarship, your way out. do you even care about your future." brooke exclaimed.

"of course. i just assumed with me being off the team, i'd be uninvited." asher explained.

"well you're not." brooke retorted.

what's the second condition?" asher asked.

"you take a shower, like now. it's really bad." brooke said in disgust.