Out of the Park

Line Drive✔️

Line drive: A ball that is hard-hit and appears to be hit in a straight line

~Sammy~

Fundraising with my baseball coach, my mom, and a bunch of old ladies really makes me wish I was still in bed. I thought having to bake a bunch of shit it bad, but it could not possibly be worse than watching my mom flirt with my coach. Barf.

"Excuse me miss, can I get a cookie?" I look up, ready to snap at whoever called me "Miss" just to see Joey leaning on the table, eying some sugar cookies. I rolled my eyes before grabbing the little plastic tongs and a paper plate before placing a cookie on it and handing it to him.

"Here you go, princess, wanna glass of milk with that?" Joey just ignored my comment and pulled out some cash and slid five bucks--which is three dollars more than what I was asking--into my cash box. He immediately shoved the entire cookie in his mouth.

"Shiiii, dees awr fuffin amashin," Joey tried to speak with his mouth full of cookie, but his words ended up sounding like complete nonsense. Those cookies were well above average size, I'm surprised that thing even fit in his gigantic mouth. He threw a hand to cover up as he dramatically chewed on the cookie without choking, the other hand motioning for me to wait so he can try speaking again.

"These fucking cookies are amazing! Who made them?" Joey asked after swallowing the entirety of the food in his mouth, thank god, seeing people talk with their mouths full really grosses me out. Juniper does it all the time. Mom almost taped his mouth shut because he kept opening it.

"I did. Now shut your mouth when you eat, no one wants to see what's going on in there." I snapped at him, pulling out another baking tray and plastic gloves. Mom practically forced me to make a shit ton of these cookies, she bought the supplies but told me I had to make it all. Of course, she's telling coach that this was all her and that "cooking and baking was her passion" ugh barf. I loving cooking and baking as the next person but damn, put some respect on my name, cookies take hours to make.

"No way," Joey said, getting ready to reach for another cookie before I smacked his hand away. I was still unloading the tray and he tried that trick three more times before the back of his hand started turning red. He was now sadly cradling his hurt hand to his chest as he looked longingly at the fresh batch of cookies that was just set out.

I kind of missed how quiet and reserved he was, now he's just as annoying as his douchebag friends on the team. Just without the douche part.

"Yes way, now shoo, other people need to buy cookies and you're in the way," I said, using a shooing hand motion. As I waved on an old lady who was eying the brownies, I had to grab Joey's shoulder and move him out of the way.

"Uh- excuse y-" he started but I cut him off with my customer service voice.

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you today?"

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Joey was folding random slips of homework paper in history class when he knew damn well we still haven't picked a topic for our project. I couldn't even get his attention because he was listening to music and was completely zoned in on the fortune teller he was folding. My best course of action was to roll up a piece of my own paper and chucked it at his head.

Without a second of hesitation, he whipped his head at me with an incredulous look, still folding the papers, even without looking.