When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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Fuck.
The pounding feeling in my head was hell as I sat inside the darkness of my eyelids. I groaned in pain aloud, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted by a concrete ceiling.
"Oww," I slowly sit up and take in my surroundings, confused, and then embarrassment fills me.
I look to my left to see Olive, now alert of me awake. We were in some back hallway of Fenway, and the sound of crowds cheering could be heard lightly. I was on a stretcher as a paramedic was on the phone in the corner.
"What the fuck happened?" She grimaced at me and lifted her phone camera to show me my face.
A big bruise was slowly forming on the side of my face on top of a swollen bump.
"Oh my god, that wasn't a dream," I said in horror as I clasped my face. I knew that for years to come, I would be some meme on any and every compilation ever. Forget cringe incidents on the jumbo tron. This was significantly worse.
"No, you got hit pretty bad." I wiped the blood from under my nose. I would be lucky if I weren't concussed, as I was already lucky to be alive.
"How bad was it?" I'm afraid to ask, but I knew I had to. Olive's face suggests she didn't even want to say how bad it was. I groan again, this time in embarrassment.
"This is going to be everywhere, isn't it?"
"Your mom already called to check in on you. Guess who was on the news..." My hands drop into my face, shaking my head. Whoever that guest pitcher was, I was going to kill him because how could he fuck up so bad.
"How did it even hit me?"
"Bad pitch? We both weren't paying attention, to be fair; we had other fish to fry." The thought of Jake seeing that on TV made my skin crawl. As if I wasn't already enough of a loser.
"Oh gosh," I shake my head, and then I grab the attention of the paramedic. She checks me out and gives me the all-clear after a few tests. But she asks me to lay back here for the rest of the game stating getting up right now might be too much.
"I just want to be in my own bed. Now we have to go through the troubles of the crowds, the green line." I lay back on the stretcher and frown. It all seemed like some big ordeal, and we didn't even get to watch the rest of the game.
I heard Olive's throat clear as my eyes remained closed. I shook my head at her, "Lily," she whispered.
"Shut up," I whisper as my eyes remain closed, trying to gain some comfort.
