Shawn Mendes Imagines

46- pitcher

I hesitantly headed on to the baseball field with the bat gripped tightly in my hand. I was never the sporty type although I used to play hockey and soccer but baseball wasn't my thing.

I was new to this school and it almost seemed as if no one had noticed my presence which all in all is not such a bad thing. I waited for the girl who was pitching to throw the ball but she stood their gossiping making me roll my eyes.

"Miss y/l/n please tie those beautiful, long locks of your up into a pony and pitch the ball" the teacher sneered. She let out a sigh before flipping her hair over her head and pulling it into a ponytail. She pulled it to tighten it before preparing to pitch. And boy, did she pitch that ball.

The ball came hurdling towards me as I picked up the bat a little and collided it with the ball and watched it fly through the air. I look at the girl and she smiled a little. She truly was gorgeous, well the parts of her that weren't blinded by the sun. Her posture upright as he hair flowed down her back with loose strands framing her face.

"Well, aren't you gonna run?" She chuckled as I took of around the bases.