Eighteen | H.S. |

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Sarah POV

BAM! The sound of my composite bat making contact with the yellow leather sphere. The hit was hard and fast sending the ball into deep center field. I round the bases and head for home. The ball is coming in from the outfield and I slide just as the catcher catches the ball. "SAFE!" The umpire screams. The crowd and my team go wild. They run into the field and lift me up.

"WE'RE GOING TO PLAYOFFS." They chant. I scored the game winning run. And we are officially going to playoffs. This is my dream come true. If only my dad was here to see me do so.

My dad is in the military so we don't see him much, but he would be so proud of me right now. "Party at Maria's house!" Someone said. I guess we are going to have party.

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"Have a drink." Someone says to me. And without me asking they put a cherry vodka sour in my hand. Everyone at school seems to be here; the football jocks, the cheerleading squad , soccer players, the whole softball and baseball team, and of course the popular bitches. It's like they purposely don't want people to like them. They are always talking behind your back and doing things that are inhumanly rude. So one of the things they did was their leader, Hailey, was at this guy named Ethan's party, who had a girlfriend. Ethan and her went into the bathroom and we're making out. Like full on making out and touching, and his girlfriend walked in. You can predict what happened after that.

Anyways, My boyfriend David, who plays football is always hanging out with Hailey. It bothers me. Okay I know I sound really jealous but I don't like him hanging out with her because even though she has a boyfriend I still don't like her an never will. "Hey babe." says calmly and wraps his arm around my waist.

"Hey, did you watch the game?" I ask. Why did I ask that of course he watched the game.

"Yeah. You did really good when you hit the ball." Really that was so lame. He doesn't even know what it is called when you get a home run.

"Thanks."

"Why are you drinking that?" He asked with a firm tone in his voice.

"Because I want to."

"Whatever. I have some good news. I got into UCLA."

"Really!" I squeal. I sent in my application forms, but I haven't heard anything yet.

"I'm going to go over and talk to Hailey. Okay?"

"Okay," I sigh. Uh, I hate her so much. Can he not take a hint that I don't like her at all. So I walk over to Kylie, my best friend. As I walk over to were she is sitting I bump into someone. "Watch were you are going." I say

"Sorry." He says. I look up. He has a baseball uniform on. "Hey your the girl who hit the game winning run. That was a amazing spot that you hit it, to deep center. That is probably the best in park home run I have seen in a while." He said. "By the way, my name is Harry." He has dark brown curls, deep green eyes, and a lot of tattoos.

"My name is Sarah, and thanks. What position do you play?" The question comes out before I can think about it.

"Short stop and catcher. What about you?"

"Catcher. So what college are you going to?"

"They haven't responded yet, but I applied for UCLA."

"Me too. I applied for the scholarship. I don't know if I will get it though I mean it is a division 1 school for softball and baseball. Is that what you applied for too."

"Yeah, I really want to get in. My dad would be so happy if he were here." Wow. This stranger I just met is so much like me. We have more in common that me and David ever will have.

"Where is your dad? Mine is in the military."

"My dad was in the military, but he died in a car accident a year ago."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay." Oh my god. I am so much like him it's scary. He's really nice so I think I will keep him around.

"I'm going to get another drink want to come?"

"Sure." He stands up, he steps on my foot by accident "sorry. I like your cleats." He points to my Nike cleats which are somewhat new.

We walk to the kitchen when I see Hailey's bleach blonde hair. Oh no. This can't be happening. Then I see David's dark hair, and there lips are connected. No, no this can't be happening, not right here right now. I feel the burn of the tears coming down my cheeks. "Are you okay?" I hear Harry's deep voice ask.

"No. That's my boyfriend." I am now in a full out sob. Then David looks up and sees me.

"Sarah, I can explain." He says.

"Explain what? That you cheated on me and you expect me to except your apology and just act like nothing happened. Well guess what? This isn't a fairytale where I can forgive you for all your mistakes. That's not how the world works. There are consequences for your actions." The word just spill out of my mouth.

"Well what were you doing with him?" He points to Harry. "Did you take him to the bathroom and give him a blow job?"

"What? No I wouldn't do that. And why are you bring him into this. He did nothing. We are just friends, unlike you and Hailey." Before I know what is happening David has Harry pinned on the ground and is beating him senselessly.

"Stop it!" I scream I am grabbing onto David's shirt trying to pull him back.

"No I have to teach him not to come near my girl!" When he said his fist connects with Harry's jaw.

"I'm not your girl anymore and he wasn't trying to do anything." I try to get him off of Harry. Then he pushed me back onto the floor. Ouch. Harry gets up from under David and hurries over to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I look at him he has blood dripping down his nose, bloody knuckles, and a lot of bruises and cuts on his face. Thank god he won that fight.

"Yeah, but look at you. Lets get you to the bathroom to clean up you face." I smile at him.

"Are you sure that you are okay?" He asked again.

"Yes." I giggle. He picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.

(Hey guys thanks for reading. make sure to comment and vote. Sorry if I don't update a lot I have another book I am writing so I won't be as constant but I will try.
-Mira😍💙