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base.ball \ˈbās-ˌbȯl: noun
a game played on a large field by two teams of nine players who try to score runs by hitting a small ball with a bat and then running to each...
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^ (Y/M/I): your middle initial
Custer-Chase, (Y/N) (Y/M/I).
Being the step-sister of famous actor Vincent Chase was not easy. Not easy whatsoever.
So when Vince and his loony squad asked me to be on their beach volleyball team, I was a bit sceptical.
And I had all right to be; during the second game, I went in hard and broke something in my lower leg. Now, I was at an emergency room, where the place was scattered with people complaining of the flu and people who were just flat out drunk.
I sigh. Time of Arrival: 8:09 P.M.
I look at my phone. 10:47 P.M.
That means I've been waiting almost three hours, and have got no service except to turn in papers. Because people who have even the slightest cough were more important than people who had a broken limb and couldn't walk.
I took off the leg brace I was currently sporting, just to let my leg "breathe".
I hear the automatic doors whoosh, which meant the arrival of a bumbling idiot.
I see two guys, one who was clutching his arm, and the other helping him out.
To make space, I stood up, only to feel my leg pop, sending me to the ground.
Or so I thought.
I was a millimeter from the ground when Helper Guy clutches me with two strong arms.
Those guys look hella familiar to Joc Pederson and Trayce Thompson...
"Whoa, nelly. Be careful." I lean on him-Joc?- for support. "All good."
Wait...that was Joc Pederson-no, no. It can't be.
He carefully places me on a seat, and looks to his friend.
"Joc, you've got to be kidding. I'm fine. I'll go borrow one of Klay's slings and let it heal on its own."
That IS Joc Pederson and Trayce Thompson! Duh, they live in Los Angeles!
"No. You're staying here, and getting checked out. I'm going to go back to the house."
The guy-Trayce- rolls his eyes at Joc, and Joc scurried off.
I grabbed the leg brace I had taken off earlier, and put it on.
Trayce looked at me. "How long do I have to wait?"
I jump, because I had been propping my leg when he spoke.
"I've been waiting for almost three hours." I sigh. "People with water in their ears are apparently way more important then people who literally cannot put weight on their leg."
