Home Field Advantage

Chapter 3

Fucking hell...

There are a couple of people/peoples in this world that I would love to watch there downfall, the majority of them being the entire St. James High School baseball team.
Specifically the varsity team.

And right now the St. James Stallions are crashing Andrew Moore's party like the demon spawns that they are.

"Andrew!" Liam calls, grabbing Andrew's shoulder. "Why are they here?"
"I don't know I didn't invite them! Word must have spread." Andrew said in a weary voice. He gets skittish when he's tipsy. It's kinda cute.
"God I don't want to see their stupid faces. Hey Leo, let's double team them." Liam says hitting my arm repeatedly.
"What, no there's like 7 of them. Plus I left my nunchucks at the house." I explain. Liam groans.
"And if they hit you it doubles as a hate crime." Erik reminds, making us mutter in agreement.

St. James and Spring Hill have been rivals for 23 years. Academic wise, sports, and just overall wise because St. James are a bunch of snobby cocksuckers. They travel over to us in a herd, with smirks on their faces.

"Ugh I don't wanna speak to them." Liam grumbles, walking away.
"Where are you going?" Call after him, my eyes following him.  "Anywhere else!" He yells back.
Andrew following him, probably to calm him down. I frown watching him go.

Liam is probably still pissed because the last time Springs faced St. James, it was a blowout game. They beat us 7-2. I wasn't there, thank god, I was cramming for a statistics test. The only time school has ever saved my life.

I reverted my attention to the Salem witches again, who are now standing in front of us. I am face to face with the son of Hades himself, Seth Gonzales.
"Hello Huskies..." he said with a smirk. His cold dark eyes scan the crowd then fell back on me.

He crouched slightly, bending his head to the side leaning in a bit to study my features. He's probably trying to figure out which one I am. It's pretty difficult to tell Liam and I apart, of course he's more built than I am, but what he's looking for is the scar on my left eyebrow, that I got from him actually.

Liam and I went to middle school with Seth and once during break, us and a couple of our friends were playing baseball in the field when Seth and I collided, trying to catch a ball. Resulting in Seth's chain scratching above my eye and it scarred.
That's how our friends usually tell us apart. But since I let my hair grow out in the front, its kinda hard to see.

I stand up straighter as he studies me. I flip my hair to the side quickly revealing the scar then sighing.
Seth stands up straight again a grin forming on his face.
"Ah, it's you." He says.

"You sound surprised." I state.
"I am surprised, your here, standing nonetheless. I don't know it's just last time we saw you you were having a bit of a hard time just getting up." He says smiling. The entourage behind him laughed.

Did I mention the game I broke my leg in was against the Stallions?
I keep a stern face, clenching my jaw.

"What the hell are you even doing here Gonzales?" I hear David ask from behind me.
"Well we were in the neighborhood and we heard from a couple different people that Andrew Moore was have a party and just thought, 'eh what the hell'" he explains.

"You weren't invited though." Ben states.
"Oh?" Seth asking in a fake voice. "I wasn't?"
"Nope" Ben says again.
Seth spreads his arms looking around, "Yet here I am." He says smirking.

David starts to say something else but I stopped paying attention, something else caught my eye. Better, someone.

From the moment Seth and his flying monkeys walked up to us, I felt like someone was watching me. I tried not the pay any mind to it but I could shake the feeling. As soon as Seth's attention was off of me, I looked around and saw a pair of unfamiliar eye staring daggers at me.