School bus graveyard one shots

#1 supporter - Logan/Tyler

Requested by-Sylvcats

It was a hot day,

A type of day where you just want to sit in front of a fan with a cool drink in hand,

But of course Tyler did not get this, in fact his coach scheduled a game for one of the hottest days of the year!

Lucky him.

But maybe things aren't so bad when he sees somebody in the stands,

a specific somebody.

Tyler's P.O.V

I'm still mad about this, I mean who wants to play baseball in close to 100 degree heat?

At least I'm not the only one suffering, I dragged Taylor here with me, so it's fair, I guess.

It was the middle of the game. And I was coming home, once I got the point, and the forced smiles and congratulations, I sat down on the bench. Taking a large swig from my water bottle.

I'm almost done my drink when I notice the hushed whispers next to me, turning my head, I see Barron—of course.— and a few of my teammates staring at the stands, listening more to there conversation, in which they where making no effort to go unnoticed anymore, I picked up a few things,

I slowly stand from the bench, and make my way over to the end of the dugout.

Scanning over the crowd, there's no-one from are school here, just parents and siblings, my eyes rush over Taylor, until it finally registers in my mind she's not alone.

Quickly, I spot her in the crowd again with..wait.

Is that Logan? Why is he here?

I feel a little more energetic by his presence, maybe he came to watch me.

It all clicks, I turn my head to the group who are now, very loudly, talking about him.

"Why'd you think he came?" A brainless player says, "probably cause he knows he could never do something like this—y'know his parents didn't even want him righ—"

I cut Barron off immediately, I tugged hard on his shoulder, he's forced to face me, his looked shocked for a moment, but than looked disappointed.

"Hernández"

he checks me up and down, as if he was judging me by simply being here.

"Who gave you the right to talk about people like that?" I start off," I mean honestly, don't you have ANYTHING better to do? We are in the middle of a game, and instead of getting ready to beat these kids into the dirt, your sitting here shit-talking somebody, somebody who doesn't even wanna be associated with you I might add!"

I gesture wildly to the game behind us,

"damn, what's got you all pissy," he smiles, that stupid, dirty smile at me. "You know it's true though right." He tilts his head slightly, "how he can't do what we do?" His smile widens.

"Please. Didn't you use him for— like half the school year because you had no idea what was happening? You could never do what he does. Not even if you tried barron. That's why you ran to sports, because you know this is the only way you'd ever make it in life."

He's face turns from one of confidence, to discomfort.

I hear slight snickering, coming from behind him. Barron's discomfort is replaced by rage, he brings his hand up as if he were to slap me,

"BARRON." The coach's barks loud enough to make the whole dugout go silent.

It was actually fascinating how quick he put his hand down.

"Y-yeah?" He asks quietly, he clears his throat and responds a little louder, "yes coach?" "C'mere, I need to talk to you." I watched as he quietly slinked off to coach. His fake confidence standing out.

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We won. I Guess it was worth being in the heat to make it to the championship,as I'm leaving the locker room, I spot Taylor and Logan waiting outside for me.

"You did good today, Tyler" he smiles up at me, I grin a little, just to reciprocate his energy, "yeah congrats!" Taylor flicks the back of my head,

"thanks guys"

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I need to do more of them ARGH