Luke:
"Fuck." you whisper under your breath. you'd walked the third batter in a row. You coach calls for a time out and walks up to the mound.
"You've been struggling, so we're going to bring in a reliever."
"No I can do it." you say, though you've never disagreed out loud with your coach.
"No, you need to come in. We need to to start in two days, so I need to take you out."
"No, I can pitch. I'll do it. You can't just take me out like that. I'm perfectly fucking fine."
"You know what, why don't you get your ego checked out. Go to the locker room and take a breather. Come back tomorrow with a better attitude."
You roughly give your coach the ball and storm into the dugout. You quickly pack up all your stuff, not caring how loud or irritating it was. You storm off the field and start making your way to the locker room.
You walk past the soccer field and see some kid storming off the field. Great, two players for your school get kicked out in one day. You walk towards the locker room when you notice that the boy is jogging over to you.
"Isn't the softball game still going on?" he asks, seeing your uniform.
"Yeah, but my coach kicked me off the field. Isn't the soccer game still going on?"
"Yeah, but I got kicked off the field because I tried to punch some kid in the face who slide tackled my friend and broke his ankle."
"Touche." you say, continuing to walk to the girl's locker room.
"Hey, you wanna go out sometime?"
"I don't know, we might get kicked out..." you joke.
"Then we'll go somewhere else. C'mon. Let's change and go get smoothies."
"Sure." you say, walking into the locker room and shoving your stuff into your locker and changing into the clothes you had been wearing earlier. You walk out and see him sitting down on the ground.
"You ready?" you ask, startling him.
"yeah." he says, standing up.
"Do you have a car?" you ask.
"Yeah, I just got it, actually."
You get to the parking lot and get into his car. He pulls out of the lot and makes his way to a local smoothie joint. He parks the car and you start walking in. You hold the door for him and you go up to order.
"We'll have two strawberry smoothies please." he says to the cashier, who nods and takes the money.
"How'd you know what I wanted?"
"I guessed."
"Dang." you smile, sitting down at a booth to wait for the drinks.
"So if you're such a good guesser why don't you guess my name."
"y/n."
"Wow. You are good."
He laughs and looks down, "actually, you're in my physics class, you sit a few rows in front of me. I'm Luke by the way."
"I totally knew that." you lightly smile, feeling bad that you didn't recognize him.
"No, you don't have to lie, it's okay. You're pretty popular and super athletic, I'm kind of a nobody. No one really knows me except my team and my bandmates."
"You're in a band?"
"Yeah, we're not that good though."
"What's it called?" you ask, intrigued, thinking of how different this kid actually is.
"5 Seconds of Summer." he tapers off.
"Well the name is catchy!"
"Yeah." he mumbles. A waiter comes and brings you the smoothies and Luke suggests that you guys head back to school. You agree and get up.
Once you get back to school, you get out of the car and see your softball coach walking to the parking lot.
"That bitch..." you whisper.
"Is that the coach?"
"Yeah, she's a real asshole."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine. I finally stood up to her today and I got a nice date out of it?"
He smiles, then looks to the ground.
"This was a date, right?" you clarify.
"Yeah, well I was hoping for it to be."
"Well then, it was!" you say, smiling.
You stand in silence, when you realize how bad you want to kiss him.
"Hey can I do something?" you ask and he nods. You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss him. He seems scared at first, but kisses you back.
"Hey if you had that kind of passion on the field, we wouldn't have lost." you hear your coach say from behind you.
"Hey fuck off." you snap.
"Fine. You're off the team."
"Fine, you just lost your best pitcher, so you can suck a fat cock." you smile.
She glares at you, knowing that she's lost and that you're still on the team.
"She seriously needs to fuck off." you whisper, wanting so badly to go and punch her in the face.
"Hey, can I do something?" Luke asks you.
You nod.
He crashes his lips into yours and you keep smiling.
Once the kiss parts, you keep giggling.
"What?" he giggles back.
"I don't know, I guess nothing has ever calmed me down after being that mad at her except that." you smile.
"Well then, we should go on a date tomorrow too."
"I guess we should." you smile, knowing that you'll never be mad again.
