riptide || sports imagines

enemies -kris bryant

November 2, 2016

"And the Cubs win the World Series!" the announcer announced as Cubs players gathered in the middle of the field to celebrate their win.

I sighed as I grabbed my glove from the bench.

"Hey, it's okay y/n. We tried our best and that's all that matters." Francisco Lindor tried to comfort me.

"Yeah. It's ok." Jose Ramirez repeated in his very limited English.

"Thanks guys." I forced a smile. I looked into the field to see the players crying, celebrating, just everything. Out of the crowd, one face sticks out to me. That face is Kris Bryant's. I saw him throughout the World Series run and he always stuck out to me.

Kris must've felt my eyes on him when his head turned to look in my direction. His blue eyes pierced mine. They were so beautiful, but yet they made me so very frustrated. I squinted me eyes at him, giving him a death stare. He visibly scoffed and rolled his eyes as he faced his teammates again.

I hate Kris Bryant. With my entire fucking heart.

Present

A lot has changed in the past 5 years. The Indians changed their name to the Guardians, most of my teammates I knew from then are traded, and I got traded.

Yes, I got traded. That was probably the worst moment of my MLB career. I miss my fans, my city, my team. I'm a little excited though, entering a new city; a new team. The thought of trying something new was thrilling. I got traded to the Colorado Rockies. I've always liked them, but were never a MAJOR fan of theirs. I liked them, and that was it.

I stepped out onto the field for my first practice with my new ball club. I was a little nervous, but warming up really quickly with the people that surrounded me. Coach introduced me to all the players and they welcomed me with open arms, which made me happy.

"We're missing one person, then we'll start." my new coach stated.

"KB's never late, I'm surprised." one of the other pitchers, Austin Gomber, said.

KB. Who's that? I thought.

Suddenly, a man came running towards the group of baseball players.

"Sorry I'm late coach. Traffic was a bitch." the so called 'KB' said. His voice sounded oddly familiar.

Who could he be?

"Oh, Kris! Meet our player, Y/n Y/l/n!" Kris turned around and met my eyes. It was Kris. Mother Fucking. Bryant. Oh those eyes, the ones I grew to hate. My smile dropped, death staring him. This was like second nature to me, considering the amount of times we've done it to each other. He mimicked my actions.

"Bryant." I snarled.

"Y/l/n." Kris returned the same energy back.

"So it seems you two have met before." coach said, in a hesitating matter.

"Oh we've met." I snarled, still keeping eye contact with Kris.

"She's salty I beat her in the 2016 World Series, right?" Kris said in a childish tone.

"Oh, don't even bring that up! And I'm not, fyi."