I noticed him across the lunch room. He was staring very intently at me. He was alone, not eating. I stared at him for a second and took in his appearance. He was wearing dark washed jeans and a black Nirvana t-shirt. He had a lip ring that looped all the way around the right side of his bottom lip. His piercing green eyes and curly brown hair, which was hid under a grey beanie, were fairly attractive. I could tell that he was tall. Around 6 feet maybe. He was a bad boy, I knew that. Who is this Mystery Guy of mine?
He was the exact opposite of me. I was short, 5 foot 3 to be exact. I had blonde hair that fell to the middle of my back and blue eyes that stood out like an ocean. Today I wore a floral print dress that hugged the upper half of my body, but cascaded outwards. The dress went down to about my mid-thigh, and I paired it with a pair of black Vans.
"Summer!" I jolted out of my trance and looked over to my best friend, Santana. She gave me a dumbfounded look and said, "You look like a lost puppy with drool all down your face." Instinctively I reached up and made sure that I was not, in fact, drooling. I shot her an evil glare and stuck my tongue out.
"You do it too. There's no need to judge," I said, smirking. She looked at me with wide eyes and rosy red cheeks.
"Don't even joke about that! River is totally hot!" she exclaimed. I laughed, wholeheartedly and shoved her playfully. Santana laughed and shoved me back. She was very pretty. She had long chocolate brown hair with beautiful grey eyes. She was as skinny as a toothpick, and as tall as a giraffe. River was her newly found crush. She talked about him constantly but has never talked to him face to face before.
"Yeah, whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. She chuckled and shook her head.
"I gotta get to class. See you at the game after school?" I nodded, earning a smile and a wave goodbye. Santana and I play softball together. We had played ever since we were little. We were actually really good. Our team had been undefeated all season long.
The rest of the school day went by like normal. I saw the Mystery Guy from the lunch room a couple more times, but it was mostly in the hallways. After school I hurried out of the school building and ran to my truck. I rushed out of the parking lot to beat the traffic, and headed to the ball fields. Once I got there I changed into my uniform, which consisted of black softball pants, red knee high socks, sliding shorts, my red jersey with my number on the back, and my softball cleats. I pulled my hair back into a French braid and put a headband on to keep my bangs out of my face. After I was finished getting ready, I climbed out of my truck and got the rest of my softball stuff from the back seat. I made my way to the softball field and set my stuff up against the fence to get everything I needed out of my bag. The umps were making their way towards our dugout, so I put my bat and helmet with the team equipment to get approved to play in the game.
Once the umps were finished checking each team's equipment, we started to warm up. First we ran to the fence in back, to get our legs warmed up. Then we did our stretches and dynamics. Afterwards we found a partner to throw and hit with. Of course, my partner was Santana. She and I were always throwing and hitting partners. Neither of us were better than the other. We were the same.
As everyone was warming their arms up, I noticed that our coach, whom we called Coach D, was arguing with one of the girls. As a senior, I decided to go over to figure out what was going on. As I approached the girl, which just so happened to be our only pitcher, I overheard some things that I really didn't want to hear.
"Dani, you told me you'd be prepared for this game. You told me you'd be better by now! You're our only pitcher!" As I neared the two, Dani finally noticed me.
"Summer used to be a pitcher! She can surely pitch for one night!" Dani exclaimed. At that statement, I started to panic. Pitch? I can't pitch! No way!
