The Good Girls Bartender

Chapter 4

The landlord came after the pizza came and Jesse left to go home. Riley was all over me for answers as to how I know Jesse and if I knew him before the night at the bar. It was after 11 before Jackson and Riley left and I went right to sleep. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have the two of them.

I wake up to the sound of a text. I groan and roll over and pick up my phone. The text if from Sara Canter, she is the mom of a girl in her teens named Sam who I occasionally give catching lessons to on Sundays. The text reads "Hey Becca did we have a lessened planed for today?" Oh shit! I totally forgot I had a lesson today.

I type a quick reply to Sara's text telling her that I'll meet her at the ball field in 45 minuets. I rush to throw on a pair of leggings, a random t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I quickly brush my teeth and hair, I grab my ball glove and purse and fall out of my apartment. No literally. My foot caught the door on my way out and I shut my foot in the door, causing me to fall face first.

"Fuck, shit ow!" I curseloudly.

"You do relies at their little children on this floor?" Jesse chuckles jutting out a hand to help me up.

I take his hand and pull myself up off the ground. "Thanks." I mumble dusting off my cloths.

"Where are you off in such a rush." Jesse asks.

"Shit, ya I'm late we'll talk latter." I shout jogging towards the stairs. Pulling out my phone to call a cab.

"Do you need a ride?" Jesse yells jogging to catch up with me.

"Ya that's what I'm trying to do." I huff out descending the stairs.

"Let me give you a rid." Jesse shrugs.

"I don't know you." I point out bursting threw the doors into the lobby.

"Yes you do. You know where I work." Jesse retorts.

"Yes, but I don't even know your last name!" I groan trying to get a taxi.

"Michaels." Jesse states.

"What?" I ask. "Oh come on!" I yell throwing my hands up as a taxi passes us.

"My names Jesse Michaels." Jesse says causing me to turn around.

I bite my lip. Should I trust him? I barely know him. But I need a rid. "Okay," I groan. "I'll take the rid. But I have to be at Washington Ballpark in like 20 minuets." I say walking towards him.

"Okay, but I have to ask why your heading to a ballpark at 10 in the morning." Jesse says.

"It's a long story I'll tell you on the way, let's go!" I reply.

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"I am not getting on that!" I say defiantly.

"Well I guess your going to be late." Jesse shrugs swinging a leg over his motorcycle. Let me say that again MOTORCYCLE!

I look at the helmet in my hands and back to the motorcycle biting my lip. "Aw fuck it!" I say pushing the helmet on my head and hopping on the back of Jessie's motorbike.

"You cuss a lot you know that?" He chuckles revving the engine.

"Ya ya lets go!" I shout over the noise of the engine.

"Hold on." Jesse says.

"What?" I question.

"Becca you have to hold on to me or else you'll fall off." He huffs annoyed.

"Oh okay." I say wrapping my arms around Jessie's torso locking my fingers together. I can feel the muscles under his jacket flex as I do so.

Jesse revs the engine once more before pulling onto the street and towards the ballpark.

Once we finally reach the ballpark and Jesse tells me it's okay to let go do I remove my death grip form his torso.

"You don't have to stay I can have Sara give me a ride home." I say turning back to Jesse.

"It's okay. I want to see what it is that your doing." Jesse says with a smug smirk.

"Fine." I huff walking towards Sara and Sam.

"Hey guys I am so so so sorry I'm late. I totally for got to set an alarm for today." I apologize.

"Oh it's okay Becca." Sara says shaking her head.

"Thank you. Okay kid let's get to working." I clap. Taking notice of Jesse standing slightly behind me smirking. I wanna smack that ever loving smirk of his face so hard he won't be able to blink right.

"Let's warm up first." I say shoving my hand into my glove.

"Kay." Is all Sam says before throwing me a softball.

We throw the ball back and forth till we're warm. After that I have Sam put on her catching gear and sit behind home plate, while I go to pitch to her. I don't pitch well at all but that's the point because then Sam can get better at scooping and jumping for bad balls. We work on that for a little while then I have her hit. I toss her a few ball and she nails them. Of corse she world. I taught her how to rip the ball.

"Jesse!" I yell. "Come here and shag balls!"

"What? No!" He yells back.

"Oh, I'll buy you Chinese tonight!" I yell.

Jesse looks deep in thought for a second before finally heaving himself of the bleachers. "Fine. But it don't do egg rolls." He huffs walking past me.

Me being the mature adult I am I stick my tongue out. Jesse scrunches his nose up at this causing Sam to laugh at our exchange. I give Jesse my ball glove and grab Sam's just to be safe. Hate to damage this pretty face.

Sam hits a dozen more balls most of the all in the out field causing Jesse running after them or away. Jesses comes back after we finish with the balls in hand with a single bead of sweat running down his face.

After we've picked up all the balls Sam, Jesse, and I all head back over to Sara's van. Jesse places the balls in Sara's trunk. I start talking to Sara and Sam about another lesson when I fell Jesse's presents behind me.

A wild smirk forms on Sara's face. Sara's always been like a mother to me since I've moved here. So this should be interesting.

"So how long have you two been dating?" Sara asks shooting me a wink.

"No no no. We're not dating." I say the same time Jesse says "Three months."

I turn to look at him. "What we haven't even know each other a week." I say confusedly. "Ass hat!" I shout hitting his arm as I see the devious smirk on his face.

"We're not dating. Jesse is just being an ass." I say to a very amused Sara and Sam.

"That is true. The first statement not so much." Jesse sighs. I swear if he wasn't my ride home I would kill him.

"Alright good bye dears." Sara laughs climbing into her van.

"Bye guys." Sam says waving.

"Bye." I wave back.

"Let's go I could use a nap." I say turning to Jesse.

"What about our date tonight?" Jesse smirks. I swear does he ever just smile?

"Two things. One it's not a date. And two tonight is like 7:30. Not noon." I say walking towards Jesse's motorbike.

"Whatever you say, cupcake."

Authors Notes: Excuse the mistakes. I hope you like it. Tell me in the comments if you would have gotten on Jesse's motorcycle. Vote share comment. ILY :)x