The Pitcher's Act

BONUS CHAPTER

Freshman Year
OLIVIA

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"Will you hold still, damnit?" My best friend Bella groans at me for the fifth time as she does my eye makeup.

I huff, slumping into my desk chair with my eyes closed as she slowly adds eyeshadow. "Maybe if you weren't so damn slow, I wouldn't be fidgeting."

Bella talked me into going to a party tonight at the baseball house. I told her I had no interest in going, as I didn't know any of the players on the team.

She assured me plenty of other people would be there, including her newly acquainted boyfriend, Bryan Burnette, whom everyone calls Bernie. Bernie is a freshman football player who lives next door to the baseball boys with whom he's always partying.

I had just gotten used to attending the football parties, and they were already overly stimulating enough. The guys drank until they passed out on the floor.

At least the cheerleaders are going to this party, so when Bella ditches me to go and grind on her boyfriend on the dance floor, I'll have them to talk to.

I told Bella the only way I was going to this party was if she got me ready. I'd never seen her shove me into a chair and rip the bun off my head so quickly.

She decided to dress me in an outfit meant for the summer and not the winter. I was going to freeze to death. It was a pink satin mini-dress paired with black heels that I would regret wearing when we started walking.

She straightened my blonde hair, letting it fall down my back. I wasn't too sure what she was doing with my makeup. She was taking for-fucking-ever.

"Bella," I whine, unable to sit for any longer. I was getting more anxious the longer she took, and I had no alcohol in my system to help. We hadn't picked up our drinks from the senior cheerleader's apartment. Since we weren't twenty-one, we had to find people to get us drinks.

I thought about getting a fake, but I don't necessarily go out to the bars. I think it would be a waste of money. Bernie recently got one, but I still get nervous asking him. Im just paranoid.

"Shh, just let me finish this, and I'm done." She swipes across my eyelid once more before backing away, "Done!"

I sigh, opening my eyes and looking into the mirror on my desk. I look hot. The bags under my eyes are gone, and the pink eyeshadow makes my blue eyes pop. She did better than I thought she would. "Shit, I look good!"

She grins, running her hair through the straightener, "Right? Im a miracle worker."

I roll my eyes, slide on the heels, and tug the dress to make it longer. It felt like it was riding up my ass already. Tugging it down only let the fabric slip down my chest more, revealing more of my hidden breasts. Ugh.

Bella finishes getting ready, and we walk through the dark in our revealing outfits across campus to the athlete's village.

I knock on the front door of the cheerleader's apartment, and someone swings the door open. Once I step inside, the warm air hits me, and the cold is finally gone. Bella said I'd ruin the outfit if I wore a jacket. She was probably freezing, too. I hope she was. Music is blaring in the house, and one of the girls, Amberly, is funneling a beer on one knee.