The player's little sister

Chapter 3

Well, I guess it's been a long time since I updated this story and I'm very sorry for that :) No excuses, so with that, read on!! 

   The game started off with Jackson pitching two no hitter innings, while Will and another player on the team scored, making the score 2-0. I've been sitting where I always sit in the dugout, the closest to home plate so I can keep batting record and remind the boys if they need to pay attention to anyone special from the other team. 

   Jackson signaling for a time to be called, alerted me out of my thoughts and pulled Tyler towards the mound. They talked for a second until Tyler turned back around to the dugout and immediately made eye contact with me. He nodded me over and I got up and started to walk onto the field, not confused because I usually get called into games if Tyler needs help with a minor decision or if one of my boys needs to talk to me. 

   As i get to the mound, the first thing I notice is Jackson's pained expression and my eyes travel down to his hand cradling his right shoulder. 

"He seems to have pulled something in his shoulder, babe." Tyler says as he runs his hand through his and down his face, as if stuck in an odd situation. 

"Okay, so? He can go meet with the trainer tomorrow, and you can pull in one of the other pitchers. Jay can come in from the outfield to pitch so we can have time to warm someone else up." I said with a confused facial expression. Why would this simple decision be so hard? He really didn't have to call me out here.

"That's kind of the problem here, Ellie," Tyler tells me and then whispers something into Jacksons ear. Jackson nods and glances up at me as a doubtful yet apologetic expression falls across his face. "There are college scouts in the stands and I want them to see Jay as an outfielder, not pitcher." I stare at him, still not understanding why he doesn't just pull one of our two pitchers in, they may not be as good as Jackson or Jay, but they would work. 

"I know you're not gonna like this babe but-" Tyler gets cut off as someone else comes onto the mound and stands where Jackson just was. "I'm putting in Sam." I nodded with a glare taking over my face when a small smirk overcomes Sam's face. "Do well 16, you have a lot to prove," Tyler laughs as a quick flash of worry passes through Sam's face and then the smirk comes back as fast as it left. "Let's go babe." Tyler slings his arm around my shoulders and turns us around while Sam starts warming up. 

   Right before we step into the dugout, a shout comes from the other team's on deck position. 

"Finally! We got the slut off the field so we can actually play some ball!" I don't even have to turn around to know who said this. Number 2, Paul Housley. Anytime he can cause drama during games, he will. That drama just happens to involve sexist and rude comments towards me. I try to swivel around to glare at him but Tyler's arm tightens around me.

"Don't stoop down to his level, babe. You're better than him." I swiftly nod and sit back down on the bench next to Tyler. 

"Aw little baby is gonna pretend she didn't hear me? Go cry to your mommy, slut. Oh wait, you can't, now can you?" Right as I was about to get up and 'friendly' charge him, the umpire called the game into play. 

   Paul walks up to the plate and I see our catcher, Anthony, sign to Sam a fastball. Sam nods and throws a fastball. I was slightly taken back on the speed of the ball, but I wouldn't admit that in a million years to Sam, or anyone frankly. Paul just stood there, watching the ball go by. After the ump called the pitch a strike, Paul quickly made a quiet comment to the ump, probably telling his call was wrong, before Sam pitched a beautiful curve, which Paul tried to hit, but missed. I sat still as the rest of the team got up to stand at the gate, cheering on Sam. Next pitch was a fastball, which Paul swung at, but was late by a mile.

   Paul, obviously upset, slammed the tip of the bat into the ground while angrily stalking off. Aw, the bat didn't deserve that. I slightly chuckled at my stupid joke and looked towards the pitcher. He finished up talking to Anthony and as Anthony walked back to the plate, getting ready for the next batter.

   Sam scanned his team in the dugout, and his dark brown eyes caught mine. His growing smirk made butterflies erupt inside my stomach and I saw a subtle wink before he got ready for the next player. Why did I feel like this? He's not special, Ellie, I tried to tell myself, but I couldn't get the glow that his eyes let off as we made eye contact out of my head.

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