Out of the Park

Slugger ✔️

Slugger: A player who commonly hits with great power

~Sammy~

I was hardly nervous for something as miniscule as a scrimmage but you can bet your sweet ass that I'm going to do my fucking best so I can beat that douchebag whose name I can never remember. He's been a pain in my ass since day one so I know for sure that I'll enjoy seeing him cry after losing.

The bang from the locker room door interrupted my thought process and the sound of a bunch of gross teenage boys filled the room, destroying the peace and quiet I get for coming early. Even though I was peeved about the increase in noise, I still kept an ear out for a specific voice I've been wanting to hear since first period. 

"Hey," a voice says from right next to me, scaring the breath out of my lungs; I snap my head in the direction of the voice, ready to be mad before I recognize the mop of purple hair.

"Jeez Marcus, you scared the shit out of me!" I whisper shout at him so I don't grab any unwanted attention from the assholes who are lurking around every row of lockers.

"Sorry," he says with a very "not sorry" smile, he pulls out the scrimmage jersey that coach handed out to everyone last practice. "You excited for the game?" He asked. I bet he caught me looking at his jersey, the blue and white is a big contrast to the black and blue one I already have on.

I kind of wished we were on the same team but at the same time I look forward to humbling every single person not on my team. Just as I was about to reply, my words are immediately cut short by a very familiar voice behind the row of lockers.

Joey.

A smile creeps onto my face before I can stop it and I try to mask it with a cough that I hope will also help with the heat I can feel rising on my face.

"Y-yeah I'm excited to kick your ass," I shoot back with a very fake and forced smug grin as I continue to be distracted by Joey's voice.

Marcus literally laughs in my face before shoving me and telling me that we better get onto the field before the rest of the meatheads can beat us.

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~Joey~

Sammy is the first person who grabs my attention when I first stepped foot in the locker room. Who can blame him? His energy alone pulls my gaze, doesn't help that he is the most attractive man I've ever seen, him in an actual uniform is creating some very inappropriate thoughts in my head. I turn my eyes away before this train of thought gets any worse.

"Dude you ready to absolutely demolish the other team?!" Spencer throws his hand up in my face and I give him--the weakest--high five, which immediately sours his once excited expression.

"Uh sure," I respond as I move to get my uniform on. Guys are already starting to leave the locker room so I can tell that I'm running behind; especially as the co-captain. I can't keep giving coach reasons to get pissed off at me.

"What's wrong with you today? You're acting like someone shit in your cereal this morning." Spencer asked as he followed me into my little changing corner that slightly blocks me from the view of the other players in the locker room.

"The correct phrase is 'pissed in my cereal' not 'shit'" I say, ignoring the other comment he made; which clearly pissed him off because instead of replying, Spencer stormed off to grab his bag and leave the room.

Shit.

That's definitely gonna affect our team during the scrimmage. 

The scrimmage where you're playing against the guy you are interested in.

Ugh, I already know that Sammy will be bringing 100% into this match solely to prove how good he is. I doubt that I'm running freely in his mind like he is in mine.

He is consuming my thoughts while I'm dreaming and strolls through my mind during the day like he owns it. It's agitating but I can't stop because I don't want him out of my head. His smile in my mind is the only thing that keeps me breathing.

Sammy's determination is at a level that I can never achieve, no matter how much he may like me, he won't ever let that affect his mindset like the way me liking him is clearly affecting mine.

Hell, I got so lost in thought that I didn't even realize that I am the last person left, everyone else is on the field where I should definitely be right now. Hurriedly, I finish getting dressed and I snatch my bag before bolting my way out the door and absolutely booking it to the field while praying to every god in existence that coach doesn't notice my tardiness.

"REID!" 

Well fuck.

"Where in the ever living hell have you been?" Coach is staring me down while the rest of the team--who has clearly started warm ups--watches him chew me out. Usually it's frowned upon for a teacher to curse at a student but at this point, I don't think Coach cares.

"Is this the example you want to set for your teammates?" He askes before I can even answer his first question. "You are their co-captain for gods sake!"

I don't think I'm allowed to contribute to this conversation.

"If this were a real game you would have spent the entirety of it on the bench but i will let it slide just this once, make a habit of being late and we'll see how much you really want to be on this team." He turns away before I can get a word in.

Everyone is starting at me, and yet I turn to the only eyes that matter to me, the same honey-colored eyes that are full of pity and another emotion I can't detect.

Please don't pity me.

I say only in my head before I turn away and set up in my team's dugout.

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