𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✰ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 ✔

n i n e t e e n ✺ mister independent

n i n e t e e n ✺ mister independent

two weeks later

Chris

A couple weeks had passed since Rease headed to USF. She had been doing good in all her classes, and was handing the load of work very well.

As that went well, she would also add that her relationship with Taylor was going great. They had been on several dates, and posted countless pictures on Twitter and Instagram.

As for how I felt about the relationship? I still wasn't on board. In fact, I probably would never be on board.

But maybe, just maybe, I'd get over that.

Just maybe.

°°°

"Arch." My pal, Jake Odorizzi, plopped down next to me on the bench. We watched as Blake Snell gave up yet another pitch to the Yankees. And the ball was out of the ballpark...

"Sup, my man?" We exchange hands.

"Boy, we suck." Jake sighed. "We are nowhere near playoffs this year. But maybe, with Shelton gone," he said, referring to our old bullpen coach, "this will be our new start."

"Yeah." I sigh and run a hand through my matted hair.

"There's something bothering you." Jake stated with an emotionless tone.

"Rease." I whisper quietly. "Motter's taking her away from what really matters. He's a fucking jerk, and she...oh, man!" I bury my head in my hands. "And I can't even tell her that I love her!"

"Whoa, calm down there." Jake put a hand on my shoulder. "Now, Arch. Realize that she a twenty-one year old girl. She's young. She's going to make some stupid mistakes. And you gotta let her make them. Maybe, you gotta find a girl to fill the spot."

"I...I dunno." I shook my head.

Jake pulls out his phone and opens an app.

"Tinder, man. You gotta try it."

"Oh hell no." I shook my head.

"Kiermaier did it, and he found his girlfriend. You try it, and maybe you'll get over Rease quickly."

I roll my eyes. "Fucking ridiculous."

"Nah." Jake puts the phone in my hand. "Try it."

I look, as the first girl pops up.

Cheyanne, age 24. Lives 5 miles away from you.

Cheyenne was shown to be smoking a cigarette and had many piercings on her face.

I swiped left.

Alyssa, age 28. Lives 7.5 miles away from you.

Alyssa didn't look my type. I swiped left...again.

It took about five more girls until I found someone decent.

Emerson, age 26. Lives 8.2 miles away from you.

Emerson looked smart. Independent.

"You like her, Arch?" Jake took the phone from my hand. He did a few motions, and then returned it. "Talk to her."

Me:
Hey (:

Emerson:
Hi there! What's your name?

Me:
Chris

Emerson:
Why, hello, Chris! I'm Emerson (: tell me about yourself.