Out of the Park

On Deck ✔️

On-deck: The next batter due to bat after the current batter

~Sammy~

Kissing Joey replayed in my head all weekend, making me flustered every time I thought about it. For months I didn't even consider that maybe Joey felt the same way but who knew, he did and we made out for like a whole thirty minutes Friday night before my mom called me. Not even mad that we were interrupted, Joey kissed me goodbye before ordering an Uber for us and dropping me off at home.

Me being the most amazing friend ever, the first thing I did after throwing myself on my bed after changing clothes was calling Rosie.

"Heyy," her voice rang through my phone as I situated myself on the bed.

"You bitch, you will never guess what just happened today!" I yelled as I pulled out my school notebooks, determined to not fail the science lab I have on Monday, Marcus can only carry me so far.

"Let me guess let me guess!" She screamed at me, I heard some ruffling as she muttered to herself, probably rattling off all the crazy idea flying through her head. "Did Juniper finally get punished by your mom for doing something stupid?" I rolled my eyes, not knowing if this was a joke question or not, I love both my best friend and my big brother but the two absolutely hate each other.

"No, unfortunately, that is yet to happen, but some amazing thing that did happen was me making out with Joey earlier to-" my sentence was abruptly interrupted by Rosie bursting my eardrums.

"YOU FUCKING WHAT???" She screamed, forcing me to shoot my arm out, keeping my phone far away from my face.

So I sat on my bed, spending a whole two hours gushing about a dumb boy I couldn't help but like.

Monday comes around and the first thing Rosie does when I arrive at the school is slap me over the back of my head. "Ow you bitch, what was that for???" I ask, rubbing the sore spot on my head where she hit me obnoxiously hard. Rosie just laughed and hooked her arm through mine, dragging me though the hallway while I continued to complain about my head.

"Shut the fuck up and stop whining, you'll be fine," she laughed, pulling me into English class, side-eying Joey as we walked in. The smile she flashed me told me she was planning on doing something I would not like, immediately following this thought process, instead of being able to sit comfortably at my desk, Rosie shoves me. Unfortunately, because Joey was my desk partner, I landed directly in his lap.

Remind me to murder Rosie once we get out of school.

The culprit was laughing at her desk a couple rows away as I look up at Joey, the red blush on his face matching the one I'm sure is covering my own face. "Uhhh," the one word that I can use to describe how Joey looks right now would be "malfunctioning" because he looks like he has "system error" written all over him.

Despite the small voice in the back of my mind begging to stay sitting on his lap, I got up and propped myself up in my desk, glaring daggers at the back of Rosie's shaking head. The teacher was sitting at her desk so I couldn't go as far as hurting her so I settled for crumpling up an old piece of paper and throwing it at the back of her head.

"That was quite the 'hello'" Joey said from next to me, his book, closed in front of him, a rare sight to see. Joey leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I haven't stopped thinking about Friday night." My face immediately heated up as Joey chuckled in my ear, returning back to his book, though, I couldn't help but notice him slide just a bit closer to me.

~~~

English passed by in a blink with Joey and I sharing no more words other than goodbye. I made my way to science class, already dreading the lab we have to do today. When I walked in through the door, I noticed that I had gotten here before Marcus, sweet, I can panic for a minute without judgement. Not that Marcus is judgey, he just doesn't need to see me on the brink of a breakdown because I can't tell the difference between the millions of science terms I should know.

"I hate science," I muttered to myself, head down against the desk, contemplating just taking out my hearing aids and telling my teacher that I had forgotten them.

"I personally love it," a voice scarily close to my face terrified me out of my misery. I looked up to see a familiar head of purple hair, I glared at Marcus as I situated myself in my seat, my day has been interrupted enough today as is. He just laughed at me and pulled out his notebook where he's been keeping track of all the weird experiments we've been doing.

"Trust me, I know how much you hate this class but today's lab should be easy," he said, lightly shoving me. I rolled my eyes, Marcus and I have very different definitions of "easy" when it comes to science.

"Yeah right, you're just a super science nerd or something," I pulled out my weak excuse for a science notebook that has like one page of notes and the rest is just bored doodles.

"How you are passing this class, I have no idea," Marcus says as he looks at my notebook.

"Shut up," I push his face away as the teacher finally decides to start class, rambling on and on about what we're doing today, my hearing aids working overtime for something I don't even want to be hearing. "Saints kill me now," I muttered as I continued to tune out Mr. Murphy, he always sounds like he's nervous and half the time it makes me nervous.

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Class passed my like molasses, every second seemed to drag by. every torturous minute stabbed into my soul, draining me of my life force. From time to time I was able to help Marcus out with the assignment but he obviously took the reins and helped with the majority of the heavy lifting. This man is the sole reason I'm not failing chemistry. 

Rage filled my blood as I made my way to the cafeteria, ready to blow up on Rosie for her stunt this morning when I was so rudely interrupted by an annoying grating voice from behind me.

"Hey Sammy boy," the idiot strung his arm over my shoulders, which was a bit awkward considering he was shorter than me. I rolled my eyes and maneuvered myself out of his proximity, I can feel his stench killing off my braincells. He smells like desperation and B.O.

"Ready for the scrimmage tonight? I'm gonna beat your ass Diaz," he laughed loudly, bursting my eardrums and catching the stray eyes off people at the nearby tables. "I'm just kidding, learn to take a joke, Diaz!" The idiot said to me after noticing the nasty look on my face that clearly showed my distaste for him and his weak-ass threat. 

Douchebag here is only an outfielder, his hitting is mid and he's dropped more balls than I have f-bombs, him "beating my ass" is very very unlikely. Everyone knows he's all talk, even coach, I bet he's only on the team because he was the least sucky of the sucky. 

I removed myself from his presence without much issue, making my way to Rosie, my interaction with the idiot only fueled my rage, that much was clear when my headstrong, confident best friend was adverting her gaze and looking down at the table when I arrived. 

"You bitch," I said flicking her forehead.

"We need to have a serious conversation on doing dumb shit."

bit of a messy chapter but im going for more later on