The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 15

Chapter 15
Edited

I put on a baggy, blue and white striped sweater, some dark blue skinny jeans, a beige scarf, and a pair of black converse. I made my hair into a bow on the back of my head. I put some perfume on, and put my phone, some money, a few pieces of gum, and my glasses case with my glasses in my handbag. Right now, I'm wearing my contacts.

I hear a honk outside. I walk downstairs and yell my goodbyes to Cristie.

I go outside, to be met by Jesse walking towards me.

"You look beautiful," he says as his eyes roam up and down my body.

"You don't look to bad yourself," I smirk. He kisses me, and I kiss back. It was soft and passionate. I love kisses like that.

"You ready to go?" He asks.

"Yeah, I guess," I blush as he kisses my nose. "Don't do that."

"Why not?" he asks, raising his eyebrow.

"Because I don't like it," I pout.

"Awe! Poor baby!" He exclaims sarcastically.

"C'mon, let's go," I say, getting into the passenger side of his red Ford F-250 Super Duty. I take off my handbag and set it in the floor. I get my phone out and play Crossy Road. This game has got me hooked.

"So, do you have any siblings?" Jesse questions.

"No," I say.

"What about your parents?" I tense up. Why did he ask that?

"They're dead," I say like it didn't phase me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know," he whispered.

"How could you?" I said, looking at his face. "We've only known each other two days."

"I know, but still. I shouldn't have said anything about it," he looks straight at the road.

"It's fine," I groan. He is annoying. We sit in silence, I played Crossy Road, and he drove.

We pulled into Red Lobster, and I looked at him.

"Really? Red Lobster?" I laugh.

"Really. Red Lobster," he chuckles. I get out, as he does, too. We walk to the entrance. He opens the door for me, and I giggle.

"Thank you," I say. He just nods for a response. The woman at the front desk asked us how many there were. He replied with, "two."

The women seated us. Minutes later a younger lady came. She looked about nineteen or twenty.

"I'm Emily and I will be your waitress today. What would you like to drink?" She asks, looking at Jesse.

"Uhm, I would like a coke. What would you like Sam?" He asks, saying my name a little louder then the other words.

"Uhm, a Dr. Pepper, please," I say. She rolls her eyes. As soon as she leaves, I look Jesse straight in the eye.

"I don't like her," I say, crossing my arms.

"Me, either. She's fake and way to old for me," he assures.

She comes back with our drinks and biscuits.

"Are you ready to order?" She asks, smiling falsely.

"Yes," Jesse says, looking down at the menu. "I will have the Shrimp Linguini Alfredo. What about you?" he looks up at me.

"I would like Snow Crab Legs," I say. She walks off.

"I think she likes you," I smirk.

"So, tell me about yourself?" He asks, changing the subject.

"Ok. Well, I play softball and basketball, my full name is Samantha Grace Rassi, my mom died when I was twelve, and my dad when I was five. I live with my best friend and her family. They adopted me. I'm seventeen. I have a game tomorrow. I go to school at Farmington. Me and my first boyfriend broke up yesterday," I say. I never look at him the whole time.

"Wow," he says, lifting my face up with his index finger.

"Yeah, yeah. Now, what about you?" I ask.

"Well, I play football, baseball, and basketball. I'm going to be eighteen in a few months. My full name is Jesse Eli Anderson. My parents are divorced, and I live with my dad in Rogers. I've never had a real girlfriend," he says looking down.

"Hey, look up. Everything's fine. Look, our foods coming!" I exclaim softly. He looks up, excited to see the food. "And so is your girlfriend," I chuckle. He just glares at me.

"Here is your dish!" She says, giving Jesse his plate.

"And yours," she snarls. She slides the plate onto the table, and it bumps into my Dr. Pepper. It spills all over the table an myself.

"Oops," she smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

I looked down, shocked. I get up, and rush to the bathroom.

I can't believe she did that. I sit down on the floor, and hug my knees. I feel the warm, salty water run down my face and onto the floor. After staying like that for a while, I get up and splash water on my face, and get enough courage to go back.

As I walk out of the bathroom and back to the booth and see a sight I didn't want to see right now.

"Jesse?" I whisper. He takes a break from sucking Emily's face.

"Samantha? Oh my god, it's not what it looks like! I swear!" He exclaims as I reach for my handbag.

He grabs my wrist. "Please don't go," he looks into my eyes. I want to tell him I forgive him, to hug him right at that moment. But I can't.

"Let go of me," I spit. He does. I rush out of the restaurant, and dial the only person that came to mind....

Bella.

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