The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
Edited

Right when the song "Show Me Love" came on, I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I yell.

"Sam, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Bella, I am. Why would you think I wasn't?" I ask.

"I don't know, I was just wondering," she says and walks away, while shutting the door.

Dink! Dink! Dink!

I look towards the window, then I go over to it.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, a little mad.

"I just wanted to see if you were alright," Bryson says.

"Oh," I say as I look at my iPhone 6, and sure enough, I have 5 unread messages from Bryson.

Hey

Hey, babe

Hey, babe. Plz answer me!

Baby! What's wrong!!

I'm coming over...

"I'm sorry," I say.

"Don't be. Can I come in? Or do you wanna come out?"

"We can go out," I reply.

"Ok. Come on then. We're going to McDonalds," he says.

"Oh my god! I love you," I murmur, shutting my window and going downstairs.

"Mom! I'm going out."

"Ok! Have fun!"

"Will do," I say, opening the front door.

"Hey, babe," I say, pulling his head down and kiss him.

We pull away, breathing hard.

"I love you, so much," he mutters.

"Same," I say, kissing him again, but softer. I smile against his lips, before pulling away.

•••

"I want, uhm, a burger with fries. I want, I want, an ice coffee. Yeah, an ice coffee," I say to the cashier.

"Is that all, ma'am?"

"Yes, it is," I say, smiling at him.

"And for you, sir?" He says, facing Bryson, now.

"Same as her," he says, frowning at him.

"Will that be for her or to go?"

"To go."

"Ok, your total is $13.57. Your number is 599. Please enjoy," he says.

"Will do," I say to him.

I look ya the screen. It says,"Serving 599". That's great.

"599!" A woman shouts. Her name tag says,'Brandi' so that must be her name. Bryson grabs them and we walk out of the building to his car.

"Where are we going?" I question, looking at him.

"It's a secret." He says.

"Ugh, why?" I ask him.

"Because it can be!" He exclaims.

"Fine then! You know what, I'm going to text Skylar.

(Sam=italics Skylar=bolded)

Hey
Hey
How's life?
A hot guy came to my school
Quicken Prep, right?
Yep
He has a British accent
That's hot
Ikr!!!
Do you want to hang out tomorrow?
Yeah, where?
Starbucks in Fayetteville at 5
Sounds great

"What did she say?" He asked me, being nosey. If he's not going to tell me where we are going, I'm not going to tell him what she said.

"It's a secret," I tell him.

"Please tell me!" He begs.

"I'll tell you if you tell me where we're going."

"Never mind, it's not that important," he says, coolly.

"I'm going to turn on the radio," I tell him.

"Ok."

I turn on the radio and the song 'Dear Future Husband' by Meghan Trainor comes on. I start to sing along.

"Take me on a date
I deserve it, babe.
And don't forget the flowers
Every anniversary.
If you treat me right,
I'll be the perfect wife.
Buying groceries
Buy-buying what you need

So you got the 9 to 5
But baby so d-"

"Ok. That's enough of that," Bryson chuckles.

"Hey! Are you calling me a bad singer?" I ask, while taking my first bite of my burger.

"No, I just don't like that song," he replies.

"Lier."

He glances at me, hurt. I just giggle and take a bite of a french fry.

"That's what you get for calling me a bad singer."

"I didn't!" He yells, speeding up.

"Babe, slow down!" I screech.

"Say I'm not a lier."

"But you are!" I say. He speeds up more. "Babe! Ok fine, fine. You are not a lier!"

"Just kidding," I say under my breath.

"Ok. Good. Thank you."

"No problem," I say, happy he didn't me.

"But, you did say 'Just kidding'," he says.

"No, I didn't I said 'So mean'," I lie.

"Oh."

"Where are we?" I ask.

"Rogers."

"Why?" I ask.

"You'll see."

About five minutes later, we pull into a parking lot for a building called 'High Rise'.

"What are we doing here?" I ask him.

"We're gonna have fun."

A/N short. I know. Skylar has a different book of her own called The Boyfriend Game.