Although it's the First Time

Chapter Seven: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Sunday.

I had a little over an hour left before heading out to the school's baseball field.

Though I didn't want to admit it, I had butterflies in my tummy. It seemed like every piece of clothing I owned just wasn't good enough all of sudden. I had eventually pushed the feeling aside and settled on a simple outfit consisting of a black T-shirt and black jeans.

I left my bedroom and walked into the kitchen where Dad and Mother were as they gathered their keys and wallets.

"You guys going out?" I asked.

"Yeah, we were gonna go catch a movie. Wanna tag along?" Mother asked in return.

I shook my head, "No, thanks. I'm actually gonna head out to a baseball game over at the school."

I remember Dad and Mother look at each other then back at me with a smug look.

"Well this is new. Why a game?" Dad had asked, all the while attempting to be serious.

Nonchalantly, I told them that I was invited.

"By a boy?" Mother's eyes widened with a small grin forming on her pink lips.

"Yeah," I said quickly and quietly, befire Dad could make any comments.

The room became excruciatingly quiet. Dad exchanged looks with Mother again then finally asked, "Is he a friend or boyfrie-"

"Neither. He's just a classmate who's on the baseball team and asked me to go watch," I cut Dad off again and pinched the bridge of my nose.

Dad gave me lingering look that said he didn't believe me before I reminded them of the movie they were going to catch.

"Oh yes! Would you like a ride to the game, kiddo?" Mother tugged on her shoes. Dad was still giving me the look that said he didn't believe me, but I dismissed it.

Again I declined and they were soon on their way.

After having a small snack, I had about 40 or so minutes left to get to the game. Taking my time to gather my essentials, I tied a blue plaid shirt around my waist, grabbed a black baseball cap, my white Kate Spade shoulder bag, slipped on my black sneakers and left.

Everything about that day felt very exciting. It was rare for me to ever have gone out with other peers, but it was even more rare for my heart to beat irregularly after thinking about a single boy.

I guess you could blame it on my raging teenage hormones, but there was probably more to it...

I made my way down the stairs at a relatively fast pace. As I turned the corner, my head came into straight contact with a hard shoulder blade.

"Ow!" I rubbed my temple, looking away from the stranger in attempt to hide my embarrassment.

"Whoa! I'm sorry, you okay?" A familiar voice asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I should've slowed down and watched where I was headed. Are you okay, sir?" I asked in return, finally looking at the stranger, who in fact wasn't a stranger..

"It seems that fate has decided that we should bump into each other anytime we meet. Literally," he chuckled.

"No kidding. What're you doing here Vincent?" I asked with my hand still resting on head.

"I live here. You're not stalking me are you?" He jokingly responded.

"What? No, I live here..." I stared at Vincent.

Thinking back to it, I stared at him a lot. But who could really blame me? The boy had a heavenly blessed face.

"Well I'm about to head out to the game. Want a lift?" He asked, laughing at our situation.