Why Don't I Hate You...

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•• flashback 3 years ••

malia's pov.

*buzz*
*buzz*
*buzz*

I woke up to someone calling me. I look at the time and see that it's 7:02am. I groan and see who called me. It was my manager.

what the hell? why is she calling me this early?

"Hello," I answered.

"Malia! Good morning! I apologize for waking you up this early. I just wanted to say that I have some exciting news for you!"

"Oh really? What's going on?"

"You'll never believe what you just got asked to do next week. You got asked to throw the first pitch at Dodger Stadium! Are you excited?! You love the Dodgers!"

My eyes widen and I shoot up from my lying position

"Are you serious?! Oh my god! That's so exciting! I've always wanted to do this!"

"Yes! I know. I was so excited for you when I got that call. I'll tell you more details when it gets closer. But, as of right now, just make sure you have some sort of Dodger gear. I'm sure you have a jersey though, correct?"

"Yeah, I have a jersey. Can I just wear that? Or do I have to get something else?"

"No, the jersey is good. Anyways, I'll let you go back to sleep. I just had to tell you this news. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"

"Bye!"

I end the call and set my phone down on my night stand. I was ecstatic about the news. I was so happy that I couldn't even go back to sleep. I was fully awake. I wanted to go back to sleep but I just couldn't. It's still pretty early in the morning but the sun is up.

Well, I'm already awake. Might as well start off my day. I get up out of bed and get dressed into some workout clothes. I put my hair in a ponytail and step outside. I check my watch to make sure it's counting my steps and start jogging.

In the mornings, I jog to this park that's right next to my place. I'll jog a couple laps around the area and then head back home. I'll normally be at the park for about 30 minutes but today I felt like jogging a couple more. My last two laps I decided to walk because I was exhausted. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed here longer.

As I was walking, I decided to go on my phone for a little. I was just texting people back and scrolling through social media. During the walk, I accidentally bump into someone.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry," I say looking up at the stranger I just bumped into.

Immediately, my jaw drops when I see who it was. Oh how embarrassed I feel right now.

"It's okay. Don't even worry about it. I'm Cody," he says sticking out his hand.

Cody. Fucking. Bellinger. I ran into Cody Bellinger. Are you kidding me right now?! What are the chances.

"I'm Malia. It's nice to meet you," I said shaking his hand.

"I don't want to sound creepy or anything... but I already kinda know you."

I laugh and say, "Oh thank goodness! Because I already know you too! I just didn't want seem crazy."

"Yeah. I figured that introducing myself was a lot better than saying 'hey malia! i love everything you're in. let's get some lunch! i'm cody!' A little weird don't you think..?"