The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 12

Chapter 12
Edited

I lay down on the trampoline, when the whistle blows. I run over to where the dodge balls are placed, and grab one. I throw it at a random guy, and I hit him.

"Good throw, babe," Bryson says in my ear.

"Yeah, I guess," I shiver. How is he still doing this to me?

I come out of my thoughts when I see a dodge ball being thrown at me. I easily catch it, making her out. I throw it at another girl that looks similar to the one that tried and failed to get me out. The only problem is that she moves out of the way, having the ball barely go by her right leg.

I feel something hit my chest, and realize that the same girl threw the ball at me. And now I'm out.

I walk off the huge trampoline in shame, but head over to the basketball goals.

I grab the foam ball that is smaller than a real basketball, and run over to the goal. I take a few jumps on the trampoline underneath me, and successfully dunk it.

"Hey, nice dunk," I hear a deep voice from behind me. "But I can do it without a trampoline.

I turn around, and admire his six-foot seven figure. He is really cute. No, that would be and underestimate He is absolutely hot! With his messy bronze hair and his pink, full lips.

Sam, you can't be thinking like this! You have a good boyfriend that loves you!

But he is really yummy! Now I can't believe I'm arguing with myself...

"Are you going to say something, or just gawk or me?" Mystery guy says, smirking while running a hand through his hair, only making it messier, and sexier.

"Uhm, err, I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam. What about you?" I ask, licking my lips.

"I'm Jesse. Hi," he says, still smirking. Yum.

"Ok, well, I gotta go--"

"Can I have your number?" I stare at him for a little bit. Did he really just ask me that?

"Uhm, err, uhm sure? I mean, yeah, wait, no. Yes! I don't know..." I stutter.

"Just please, give me your number?" He says, but it really sounded like a question.

"Ok. It's 479-247-3564. Got it? Text me sometime?" I say. And then run off. What have I done?

I don't pay attention to wear I'm walking, and run into somebody.

"Sorry." I say, but keep walking. I keep running into people, mumbling my 'sorrys' and 'excuse mes'.

I go into the girls' bathroom. I go into the bigger stall. I sit down.

Why did you give him you number, Sam? You knew you are taken. Let's just hope that Bryson didn't see you.

I go out of the stall, and go to the sinks. I look in the mirror. My hair is a huge mess. I take my french braid out, and start to redo it.

I when I looked into Jesse's icy blue eyes, I felt something different. And I loved it. It was a confusing feeling. I know the guys nam--

My text tone goes off, and I look at my phone, which has been in my back pocket this whole time.

Hey, this is Jesse- 479-628-5293

Okay, back to what I was saying. I know the guys name- and now number- and I already feel like I really like him. The question I keep asking myself is- Why? Why do I feel a connection to this mysterious guy named Jesse?

Ugh, sometimes life can't be more complicated. And I hate it.

I finally finish with my hair, and reply to Jesse's text. I go outside of the bathroom.

"Uhm, babe? Who was that guy you was talking to over there?"

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