Out of Left Field: Book One (18+)

Chapter Six

Sawyer

*Beep, Beep, Beep*

The horrible sound of my alarm clock echoed throughout the room.

"Oh my god, make it stop!" Sophie groaned, shoving her head underneath a pillow.

I blinked, trying to adjust to the light as I reached over to turn it off. A giant yawn escaped my lips. "Good Morning to you too, sunshine."

"Wait a minute..." She said in a muffled voice before shooting up to look at me. "Agh shit, my head. Kill me now," Her hand covered her face as she grimaced.

"I almost did last night."

Sophie peeked through her hand to find my brow raised. "Oh no, what happened? I don't remember a whole lot."

I let out one short laugh. "Yeah, that's not surprising considering how wasted you were. Thank God Tanner was with you the whole time."

Her mouth fell open with a mortified reaction. She grabbed the covers, pulling them up over her head. "Please tell me we met another Tanner last night other than the one that plays for the Rebels."

I looked down as she tried to hide away from her embarrassment, giving her my best sympathetic smile. "Nope, sorry, hun."

She smashed her face into her pillow to let out her frustration with one long scream. Her head shook under the blankets. "No biggie. I just had one of my favorite baseball players chaperone my drunk ass. Pfft, not embarrassing at all."

Slowly, I pulled the covers off her head. "Don't be embarrassed. Besides, when I did see you two, you both looked like you were having a blast. He didn't seem bothered by your wasted goofball antics whatsoever. He actually chose to watch over you, and that told me that he is an incredibly sweet guy."

While biting her lip, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "From what I can remember, he was pretty fun to talk to. I hope I didn't say or do anything horrifying around him, though," She laughed so innocently.

"Well..." Part of me was hesitant to tell her the details she so fortunately forgot, knowing she will probably want to pack up and move out of the state.

Her eyes widened with a worried expression. "What?"

"You kind of got sick at the club, and by sick, I mean you puked on the bouncer's feet. At least that's what Tanner told me."

"Oh my god. No, no, please tell me that's all I did," Her eyes begged me.

I shook my head slowly, feeling sorry for her. "He ended up taking you back to the apartment where you ended up getting sick again in the bathroom and hit your head on the toilet."

Sophie's body froze as her face turned pale. "That decides that then. I'll never be leaving our apartment again."

"Come on. He didn't seem freaked out about it at all. He even tucked you into bed although it was the wrong one, it was still very nice of him."

"I think you should call my boss and tell him that I disappeared and not to come looking for me."

"If I did that, I think he would call the cops on me thinking I murdered you," She shrugged as I threw a pillow at her face.

We were both laughing until she stopped, arching her brow. "Wait, how do you know what happened here last night? Do you have hidden cameras set up in our apartment or something?"

I chuckled. "No! I'm not watching you like a creep. Tanner was in our living room when I got home last night. It scared the hell out of me too, but he explained everything. He didn't feel right leaving you alone, so he waited for me to come back.