chapter sixty-seven:
❛ ex-degenerate (1) ❜

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The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, the only source of light illuminating the otherwise dim space. The air was thick with warmth, the lingering steam from the shower still clinging to the walls. Clementine lay curled up against Robby, her body draped across his, skin warm and damp beneath the tangled sheets. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was soothing, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath her ear.

Robby's arm was wrapped securely around her waist, his fingers drawing absentminded patterns along her back. He was relaxed, his head resting against the pillow, his other hand tucked beneath it. There was a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he let out a contented sigh.

"You comfortable?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Clementine let out a soft hum, shifting slightly so she could press her cheek against his shoulder. "Mmhm," she mumbled, her fingers lazily tracing the scars along his torso. "I could stay like this forever."

Robby chuckled, his grip on her tightening as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she murmured, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with exhaustion but still holding that familiar warmth. She let her fingers trail up his arm, playing with the ends of his damp hair. "You tired?"

"Not really," he admitted, though the way he was sinking into the pillows said otherwise.

Clementine smirked, shifting to press a soft kiss against his jaw. "Liar."

Robby let out a quiet laugh but didn't deny it. He just held her closer, letting the silence between them settle into something comfortable, something safe.

But then, the moment shattered.

Clementine's phone vibrated against the nightstand, the sudden sound slicing through the peaceful quiet. She groaned, not wanting to move, but when she turned her head to glance at the screen, her breath caught. Dad.

Her stomach twisted.

Robby noticed the shift immediately. "Who is it?" he asked, voice tinged with concern.

Clementine hesitated for only a second before grabbing the phone and answering. "Dad?"

Caleb's voice came through, slightly breathless, his words rushed. "Clem-Tyler's awake."

Her entire body froze. "What?"

"He woke up about twenty minutes ago," Caleb explained. "The doctors are with him now, but he's awake. He's talking. He's-he's okay."

A sharp breath left her lungs, a sound that was half a gasp, half a sob. Her fingers gripped the sheets, her mind racing. Tyler's awake. After all the waiting, the worrying, the helpless nights spent wondering if he ever would be-he was awake.

Robby sat up immediately, concern deepening the crease between his brows. "Clem?"

She turned to look at him, wide-eyed, her voice barely above a whisper. "My brother's awake."

Robby didn't hesitate. He shifted, pushing the blankets aside and reaching for his crutches, determination flashing in his eyes. "Then what are we doing just sitting here?" He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, gripping the handles of his crutches as he steadied himself. "Let's go."

Clementine blinked at him, still caught in the whirlwind of shock, but then warmth bloomed in her chest. Even after everything he'd been through-even though he was still recovering himself-he didn't hesitate for a second.

She reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You sure you're okay to come?"

Robby met her gaze, his expression firm. "Of course. You're not going through this alone."

A lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it down and nodded, scrambling out of bed to throw on some clothes. Robby did the same, moving as quickly as his injury allowed, and within minutes, they were out the door.

The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, but Clementine barely felt it. Her heart was pounding, her thoughts racing. Tyler was awake.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt hope.

The hospital's fluorescent lights were harsh and uninviting, but Clementine barely noticed as she and Robby rushed through the halls. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, her legs moving on instinct, pushing her forward as she navigated the all-too-familiar corridors.

Robby kept pace beside her, gripping his crutches tightly, his face set with determination. They rounded the corner, and the sight before them made Clementine's breath hitch.

Sierra stood outside Tyler's hospital room, her arms wrapped around herself, her face drawn with exhaustion but alight with relief. The second she saw them, she let out a shaky breath, and before Clementine could say a word, Sierra pulled her into a tight hug.

"He's okay," Sierra whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Clementine clutched onto her, nodding quickly. "I know. I just-I need to see him."

Sierra pulled back and gave a watery smile, then stepped aside, gesturing toward the open door. Clementine didn't hesitate. She rushed inside, and there he was.

Tyler.

Her brother was sitting up in the hospital bed, his face bruised and cut, a bandage wrapped around his forehead, but his eyes-those familiar, mischievous eyes-were open and looking right at her.

"Clem," he greeted, a small, tired smirk tugging at his lips.

A breathless laugh escaped her as she crossed the room in seconds, throwing her arms around him. "You idiot," she muttered into his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. "You scared the hell out of me."

Tyler let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping one arm around her. "I'm fine. Promise."

Clementine pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his face. "What the hell even happened to you?"

Tyler sighed, leaning his head back against the pillow. "I remember everything."

Her heart clenched. "You do?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Some random guy stole an old lady's purse outside a café. I saw it happen, and I don't know-I just reacted. I followed him to get it back, but the dude was way stronger than I expected." He gestured to his bruised face. "Turns out, thieves don't like when you try to play hero."

Clementine stared at him for a beat, then let out a laugh-a breathy, overwhelmed laugh that was more relief than amusement. "You're such a dumbass."

Tyler grinned. "Yeah, but at least I got the purse back."

Clementine shook her head, still laughing, before squeezing his hand. "I'm just so happy you're okay."

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement-Sierra shifting nervously. Clementine turned to look at her, and something immediately caught her attention.

The ring.

A simple but elegant engagement ring glinted on Sierra's left hand, catching the light as she fidgeted with it. Clementine's eyes widened, and she instinctively glanced at Robby. He had noticed it too, his brows lifting in realization as he shared a look with her.

Clementine slowly turned back to her brother and Sierra, her mouth parting in surprise. "Wait... is that-"

Tyler exchanged a quick look with Sierra before grinning. "Yeah."

Sierra held up her hand, her face lighting up. "We're engaged."

Clementine's jaw dropped. "What?"

Tyler let out a small laugh. "I proposed before... y'know, before everything happened." He glanced at Sierra, his gaze soft. "And she said yes."

For a moment, Clementine just stared, processing, before breaking into a wide smile. "Oh my god! That's amazing!" She surged forward, pulling Sierra into another hug before turning to her brother, careful not to jostle him. "Tyler, you sneaky bastard. I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner."

Tyler chuckled. "Kinda had other things going on, Clem."

Robby, who had been standing quietly, finally grinned and clapped Tyler lightly on the shoulder. "Congrats, man."

"Thanks, dude," Tyler said, smiling.

Clementine pulled back, still grinning. "I'm so happy for you guys." She glanced at Sierra's ring again, then at her brother, her heart swelling. "You're really getting married."

Sierra nodded, squeezing Tyler's hand. "Yeah. We are."

Clementine let out a breath, shaking her head in amazement before laughing. "Well, damn. I came here thinking I was just getting my brother back, but I'm apparently getting a sister-in-law too."

Sierra beamed, and Tyler chuckled, squeezing her hand.

Robby wrapped an arm around Clementine's waist, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "Big day for the Katz family, huh?"

Clementine smirked, leaning into him. "Yeah. And it's only just beginning."

Clementine ran a hand through her hair as she made her way down the hospital hallway, her sneakers squeaking slightly against the linoleum floor. The adrenaline from seeing Tyler awake had settled, replaced by the exhaustion of the past few days. She exhaled softly as she approached the vending machine, her eyes scanning the rows of snacks behind the glass.

A familiar sound of crutches tapping against the floor made her turn slightly. Robby was following her, making his way toward her with careful but determined steps.

"You didn't have to get up," she said, watching as he came to a stop beside her.

Robby shot her a look, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "And let you go off on your own? C'mon." He rested against his crutches, peering over her shoulder at the vending machine. "What are we thinking? Sweet or salty?"

Clementine hummed, pressing her lips together in thought. "Maybe both." She inserted a couple of bills into the machine, punching in the number for a pack of peanut M&Ms first, then a bag of chips. As the snacks fell into the slot, she bent down to grab them, handing the M&Ms to Robby.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, Robby tearing open the candy and popping a few into his mouth. Then, he glanced over at her, something weighing on his mind.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about the future lately," he admitted, rolling a peanut M&M between his fingers.

Clementine turned to face him fully, opening her bag of chips. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "I mean, with everything that's happened... Tyler, the Sekai Taikai, me being out of juvie-I've been trying to figure out what comes next." He exhaled, shifting his weight slightly. "I know I'm not gonna go to college. It's just not for me. And I'm okay with that."

Clementine studied him for a moment, then gave a small nod. "I figured. College never really seemed like your thing."

"It's not," he agreed. "But I still wanna do something with my life, y'know?" He glanced at her. "What about you? You were planning on enlisting, right?"

Clementine hesitated, looking down at her bag of chips. "I was."

Robby frowned slightly. "Was?"

She sighed, leaning against the vending machine. "I changed my mind."

Robby's brows raised in surprise. "You're not going into basic training anymore?"

She shook her head. "No. I mean, it made sense at the time. I thought it was what I wanted, but the more I really thought about it... the more I realized my heart wasn't in it." She glanced at him, her expression softening. "I wanna be a teacher."

Robby's surprise deepened. "A teacher?"

Clementine grinned at his reaction. "Not like, a regular school teacher." She nudged his arm lightly. "A karate teacher. A sensei."

Robby stared at her for a moment before a slow, genuine smile spread across his face. He shifted on his crutches, leaning slightly toward her. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I realized that karate has always been a huge part of my life. I don't just love fighting-I love teaching, helping people get stronger, watching them grow." She shrugged. "And I've had some pretty good senseis myself."

Robby let out a small laugh, shaking his head in amazement. "Damn. Clementine Katz, Sensei Katz. Has a nice ring to it."

Clementine smirked. "I thought so too."

He reached over and pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her tightly despite his balance on the crutches. "I'm really proud of you," he murmured against her hair.

She smiled against his shoulder. "Thanks, Robby."

They stood there for a moment before pulling apart slightly. Robby looked at her, his eyes filled with something thoughtful. "You ever think about our future?"

Clementine nodded. "All the time."

Robby tilted his head. "Like what?"

She hesitated for a beat, then exhaled, her voice lowering slightly. "Last summer, I had a dream."

His brows furrowed. "A dream?"

She nodded again. "We had a kid."

Robby blinked in surprise. "Wait, what?"

Clementine let out a soft laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. It was just a dream, but it felt... real. You were there, holding them, and I don't know-it just stuck with me."

Robby took that in, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a small smile tugged at his lips. "That's kinda crazy."

"Yeah." Clementine's voice was softer now. "But maybe not as crazy as what actually happened before the Sekai Taikai."

Robby's smile faded slightly as he caught onto her meaning. His grip on his crutches tightened. "The false positive," he murmured.

Clementine nodded slowly. "Yeah."

They fell silent for a moment, both of them recalling the whirlwind of emotions they had gone through back then.

Robby exhaled, looking at her with quiet understanding. "That must've been really scary for you."

"It was," Clementine admitted. "When I took that first test, I really thought I was pregnant. And I was terrified, Robby. Not because of you-I knew you'd be there-but because I wasn't ready. I didn't know if I'd ever be ready." She swallowed. "And then, when I took another test in Barcelona and it came back negative... I felt relieved. But I also felt guilty for feeling relieved."

Robby nodded slowly, taking it all in. "You never really talked about it."

She sighed. "I didn't know how. I thought if I just pushed it away, I'd stop thinking about it. But it still crosses my mind sometimes-what if it had been real? What if we had actually-" She stopped herself, shaking her head. "I guess it just made me think about what I really want for the future."

Robby was quiet for a long moment before reaching out, gently taking her hand in his. "We would've figured it out," he said simply. "If it had been real."

Clementine looked up at him, her throat tightening. "Yeah. We would have."

Robby gave her hand a light squeeze. "But I'm glad we get to take our time. We have our whole lives ahead of us, Clem. And now you're gonna be a sensei." He grinned. "That's pretty badass."

Clementine finally let out a breath, her lips curling into a small smile. "Yeah. It is."

Robby smiled back at her, then lifted his M&Ms. "So... future Sensei Katz. You wanna celebrate this revelation with some peanut M&Ms?"

Clementine laughed, shaking her head as she took one from his hand and popped it into her mouth. "You know what? Yeah. Let's do that."

They stood there in the dimly lit hallway, eating candy and talking about their future-one that, for the first time, felt wide open and full of endless possibilities.

Tory hummed softly as she ran a damp washcloth over Brandon's face, wiping away the remnants of toothpaste he'd somehow managed to get on his cheek. Her little brother sat cross-legged on his small bed, his freshly bathed hair still damp and sticking up in places.

"Alright, squirt, you're all set," she said, tossing the washcloth into the laundry bin. "Time to hit the hay."

Brandon wrinkled his nose. "Can I have a story?"

Tory sighed dramatically, but there was a teasing glint in her eyes. "You just had, like, three stories."

"Yeah, but they were short." He grinned up at her. "One more? Please?"

Before Tory could answer, a knock at the front door made her pause. She frowned and glanced toward it. "Stay here," she told Brandon, then headed for the door, wiping her hands on her sweatpants as she went.

When she swung it open, Jackson stood on the other side, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. His ever-present smirk tugged at his lips, though there was something softer in his expression as he took her in.

"Well, hey there, darlin'," he drawled. "Hope I ain't interruptin'."

Tory relaxed at the sight of him. "What are you doing here?"

Jackson shrugged. "Felt like seein' my girl." His gaze flickered past her shoulder toward Brandon's room, where the kid's curious eyes peered from the doorway. "Looks like I showed up at bedtime, though."

Tory glanced back at her little brother, then looked at Jackson with an amused smirk. "You think you're good with kids?"

Jackson scoffed. "Tory, I was practically raised in a daycare full of cousins. I got more babysittin' experience than most grandmamas."

She laughed lightly, then gestured toward Brandon. "Alright, then, if you're so great with kids, you get to tell the bedtime story."

Jackson grinned and stepped inside, sauntering toward Brandon's bed. The little boy eyed him warily at first, but curiosity quickly won out.

Jackson crouched down beside the bed, resting an arm on his knee. "Alright, buddy, what kinda story we talkin' about? Dinosaurs? Cowboys? Maybe some alien rodeo action?"

Brandon giggled. "Ninjas!"

Jackson gave an approving nod. "Now, that's a damn fine choice."

Tory sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed as she watched Jackson spin a tale about the sneakiest ninja in all the land, who had to outsmart a group of evil robot cowboys to save a lost puppy. Brandon was hooked instantly, eyes wide as he hung onto every exaggerated word. Jackson changed his voice for each character, adding twang where necessary, throwing in dramatic pauses that made Brandon gasp.

By the time he finished, Brandon's eyelids were drooping, his body slumping against his pillows.

"Alright, squirt, time for real now-go to sleep," Tory murmured, leaning over to brush his hair back.

Brandon let out a sleepy sigh, blinking up at Jackson. "That was a good story."

Jackson smirked. "Glad ya think so, lil' man."

As Tory pulled the blanket up over him, Brandon yawned and muttered, "Night, Tory. Night, Jackson."

"Night, kiddo," Jackson said.

Tory flicked off the light, leaving the door cracked open just a sliver before stepping out into the living room with Jackson.

"Okay," she admitted, glancing at him. "That was actually impressive."

Jackson grinned, rocking back on his heels. "Told ya, I'm a man of many talents."

She rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Jackson reached out, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His smirk faded, replaced with something more sincere.

"I love you, Tory."

Tory's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't been expecting that. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it, but hearing it-hearing him say it-felt different. Real.

Her walls had always been up, but with him, it was easier to let them down.

She exhaled softly, meeting his gaze. "I love you too."

Jackson's smile widened, boyish and warm, before he pulled her in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. Tory melted into it, her fingers gripping the front of his jacket as his arms wrapped around her waist.

When they finally pulled back, Jackson rested his forehead against hers, his breath still mingling with hers.

"So," he murmured, smirking again. "This mean I get to be official bedtime storyteller from now on?"

Tory huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "Don't push your luck, cowboy."

Jackson chuckled, slipping his fingers between hers. And for the first time in a long time, Tory felt safe.

Clementine stirred at the soft tapping on her shoulder, her stiff neck protesting as she blinked her eyes open. The hospital room was dim, the steady beeping of monitors and the low hum of distant voices filtering through the walls. For a moment, she was disoriented, the heaviness of sleep still weighing her down.

"Clem," a familiar voice whispered.

She turned her head sluggishly, her tired gaze landing on Alison standing beside her with a soft smile. Clementine's brain took a second to catch up, but the moment recognition hit, she shot up from the uncomfortable hospital chair, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Ali," she breathed, her exhaustion melting away as she stood and immediately pulled her best friend into a tight hug.

Alison hugged her just as fiercely, swaying them slightly as if they were kids again. "I got here as soon as I could," she murmured against Clementine's shoulder. "Sierra called me."

Clementine pulled back just enough to look at her, her hands still gripping Alison's arms. "So... she told you?"

Alison grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Yep. My sister and your brother are getting married."

Clementine let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what that means, right?"

Alison smirked, already knowing where this was going. "We're gonna be more than friends." She squeezed Clementine's hands. "We're gonna be sisters."

Clementine's chest tightened, and her smile softened as she shook her head. "Ali... we've always been sisters."

Alison's expression faltered for a second, like she wasn't expecting that answer, and then her face melted into something softer, something deeper. There was a weight to their friendship-years of shared memories, laughter, and tears bundled up into this moment.

Alison swallowed, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you, Clem."

Clementine smiled, her heart full. "I love you too, Ali."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped up in each other's presence, the hospital's cold fluorescent lights doing nothing to dull the warmth between them.

Then, Alison pulled back slightly, a smirk creeping onto her face. "So, does this mean I get to raid your closet whenever I want now?"

Clementine scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Ali, you already do that."

Alison gasped, feigning offense. "Not true! I ask first."

Clementine gave her a pointed look. "Yeah, while you're already putting the clothes on."

Alison giggled, nudging Clementine's shoulder as they leaned against the hallway wall together. "Okay, maybe. But you love me anyway."

Clementine sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

They exchanged a look before bursting into quiet laughter, trying not to disturb the nurses passing by. It felt good-standing there with Alison, letting the weight of the night lift just a little. No matter what changed, no matter how crazy life got, they would always have each other.

"Sisters, always," Alison murmured.

Clementine nodded. "Always."

Twisted Sisters.

Alison stepped away from the hospital room, her fingers shaking slightly as she pulled out her phone and scrolled to Eli's contact. She didn't know why she was nervous-maybe it was just the weight of everything happening so fast.

She pressed the call button and held the phone to her ear, tapping her foot against the cold tile floor as it rang.

"Hey, babe," Eli's voice came through, warm and familiar. "How's Tyler? Everything okay?"

Alison let out a breath, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, he's good. Awake and talking. But that's not why I called."

"Oh?" Eli sounded curious. "What's up?"

Alison grinned. "My sister's getting married."

There was a brief pause before Eli responded, excitement filling his voice. "No way! To who?"

"To Clementine's brother, Tyler."

Eli let out an impressed whistle. "Damn, that's amazing! That means you and Clem are gonna be-"

"Sisters," Alison finished, grinning. "Yep. Officially."

Eli laughed. "Like you two weren't already practically family."

"True," Alison admitted. "But now it's, like, actually real."

"That's crazy," Eli said, still sounding in awe. "Man, I can't believe it. Everyone's growing up so fast."

Alison's smile softened, and she slid down the wall, hugging her knees. "Yeah... it's weird, isn't it?"

A comfortable silence stretched between them before Eli spoke again. "Have you thought about what you wanna do after high school?"

Alison bit her lip. "Actually... yeah." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I wanna go to college for esthetics. You know, skincare, spa treatments, stuff like that. I've been looking into the Aveda Institute."

Eli sounded thoughtful. "That makes so much sense for you. You're always talking about self-care and good vibes."

Alison giggled. "Well, someone has to keep people from looking like stressed-out zombies."

Eli chuckled. "You'll be amazing at it."

Alison felt her heart swell at the sincerity in his voice. "Thanks, Eli."

"What about me?" he asked. "You think I'll survive at Caltech?"

Alison smirked. "Duh. You're a genius. You're gonna be, like, the coolest guy there."

Eli scoffed. "Doubt it."

"No, seriously." Alison leaned her head back against the wall. "You're so passionate about tech and engineering. You're gonna do amazing things."

Eli was quiet for a second before he spoke, his voice softer. "You really think so?"

Alison smiled. "I know so."

They sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe.

"I wish you were here," Eli finally said.

Alison closed her eyes, feeling the same ache. "Me too."

"You wanna come over when you leave the hospital?" Eli asked. "We could talk more about all this."

Alison's lips curled into a smile. "I'd love that."

"Good," Eli murmured. "I love you, Ali."

Alison felt her heart flutter. "I love you too, Eli."

They stayed on the line for a little while longer, neither of them wanting to hang up just yet.

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a filler chapter between johnnys fight and miguel and clem winning 🫶🏻 theres gonna be a few filler chapters in between scenes because i dont want this book to end yet :)

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