Mail Ordered Bride

Part 19

I really don't know how or why I let Richie and Bud convince me to join a baseball game with a bunch of other guys that I barely know. I've found myself standing on the pitcher's mound with a baseball in my hand, my red hat on backwards with a bored look on my face as the batter name's I learn is Naveen glares at me hard. I roll my eyes because these guys are taking this game way to seriously as I cock my arm back before releasing the baseball as it sails through the air, nestling itself in the glove of the catcher's glove as the umpire yells 'You're out!' at him. Why did I let these idiots talk me into this? I don't even like baseball. The only good thing about this game is the hotdogs, peanuts and the beer. I see my idiot brother and friend cheering loudly from the dugout as both team change positions on the field as I hop off of the mound, dusting the invisible dirt off the back of my pants as I take the glove off of my hand with Bud patting me on the shoulder.

"Wow Becky, you're on fire" Bud said grinning.

"Thanks I guess" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"If we can keep these off for another two more innings, we'll win" Richie said pumping his hand into the air.

"And you needed me for this because~?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because you're our ringer" Adam said patting on the shoulder. "We would be losing badly if you weren't here"

"So you're using me to help you win" I said frowning.

"I wouldn't say using per say" Bud said laughing nervously.

"What would you say then?" I asked crossing my arms.

"You're helping us not suck as badly" Richie chimes in.

"Right, you guys are so buying me beer after this" I said shaking my head.

As the game progressed, the opposing team steadily begins to catch up until the score's all tied up as it was my turn to pick up the bat with all the bases load and all I needed to do was to hit the ball to win. The pitcher for the other team was none other than Hercules a.k.a. Jerkaules one of the jerks that made my whole high school career a living hell and he's smirking down at me smugly as he twirls the ball in his hand. He cocks his arm back then throws the ball as hard as he could and I jumped out of the way just time to avoid getting a concussion, chuckling as he shakes his head and I glare at him as I take the batting position again.

There was a repeat of nearly hitting me in the head before I glare at Jerkaules again as I take in a deep breath then staring at him seriously as throws the ball once again and I swing the ball as it connects with the ball, sending it out of the stadium. I take off towards first then second then third before running towards home, sliding along the ground as the umpire declares me safe then I feel myself being lifted into the air by the guys as they cheer for me loudly. So this is what it's like to be on a sports team. I could get used to this.

The drive over to the bar was loud and filled with crude jokes but I have come to expect this from the guys because well... they're guys and I've come to expect it from them as Richie orders a round of beer as the guys cheer loudly, grabbing a couple of tables and pushing them together. I've found myself on the edge next to Oliver, Marshall's boyfriend who's a pretty chill guy, a little on the quiet side but cool since Marshall is loud enough for the both of them so it's cool that they balance each other out as they bring out things in each other that no one else can. I take a sip from my beer before turning to the brunette game designer as he pops a couple of peanuts into his mouth, watching the basketball game on one of the many plasma televisions on the wall.

"Hey Olly"

"Becky, you know that I hate it when you call me that" Oliver said sighing.

"I know but you never told me to stop calling you that" I said grinning.