I Sell T-Shirts to my Crush

Chapter 6: The One Who Ruins My Life

Katie's POV
"Thank goodness I'm outta that class." I say to myself, walking out of third period. Honestly, I'm just here for softball and friends. The whole learning side is just ... ehh. Like when your applying for a job, who's going to ask you to calculate how many atoms are in silver?

NOBODY! Unless your trying to be some super smart scientist, but that's unlikely.

Anyway, softball is basically the only reason I come. I love playing; it's my life, my passion, my only way to get a scholarship.

Being pitcher and first base means I need to be there or our teams gonna ... well not fail but, not do as best as the team could do.

I hurry my way through the hallway, running into Brianna. She's one of my friends on the softball team. She has long dirty blonde hair (usually in a ponytail), brown eyes, and she's around 5'00 but she's not shy; more outgoing and bold.

"Katie, are you Ok?" She asks worried.

"Yeah I'm fine." I reply.

She lets out her breath. "You were staring straight and I thought you were like unable to think. Anyway, get changed. We have like two minutes." She says turning to her locker.

We're in the locker room? I look at my surroundings, and yeah, we're in the girl's locker room. Guess we go here while I was thinking. I walk across the locker room and change into my practice clothes as quickly as possible.

While I'm trying to pull over my Daylight Ballers shirt, I hear someone I wish was gone.

"Better hurry Katty, you don't wanna do laps!" Jasmine warns annoyingly. Who is Catty?!

I SERIOUSLY ... breathe. She's about my height, brown hair, has a perfect body, and is the example of an annoying cheerleader, but a softball player.

She's also the coaches daughter, so that's probably one reason for her being on the varsity team. She literally can complain her arm hurts, and coach will let her sit out. Some of us are actually sore from practice.

I grab my hat and glove, close my locker, and head to the field.

While jogging out, Brianna catches up to me. "So, do you think she's going to actually work today?" Brianna asks me. Of course she is Jasmine, but we've agreed to not say her name.

"She always has some excuse! Oh look my ankle hurts from running one centimeter. She's so lazy!" I complain, throwing my hands in the air. I turn a see Brianna is shaking her head yes, as much as possible.

After running out to the field, we run into the outfield to start practicing.

"Hey girls!"

It's Maddie! She's literally the best! She's funny, brings the team food, is always happy, and just the best person ever! She has hazel eyes, brown hair, and is about 5'10, so she's taller than me.

"Maddie!" We both greet, running over to her.

We all collide into a giant hug, almost falling over. "Maddie, where we're you last week?" Brianna asks, in the hug. "Well, I had gotten real sick, began with throwing up and- pretty much I was sick." She explains.

"It happens." I say, releasing from our hug. The other two let go, and Maddie asks, "So wanna warm up with me?"

"Sure." Brianna answers, leaving me. Wow.

As they're walking away, I yell, "Thanks alot!"

The other two laugh while going to catch. I turn around to see if anybody doesn't have a partner yet, but no luck. I count bodies: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14 ... Ok.

There's 16 people on the team, so who doesn't have a partner? I look at everybody's faces.

I see everyone except ... no.

No no no NO!

"Oh Kat-ty!" I hear her call. Noooooo, anybody but her. I turn on my heels and standing behind me is the girl everyone wants to hang around.

"Come on let's go practice slowpoke!" She says, immediately running behind me. Not even a hello, just straight to the point. I follow her to where everyone else is playing catch. Jasmine's already on the other side, ready to throw the ball.

"Katty get ready before I chuck this ball at your face!" She yells. Can she ever just give a compliment? I'm pretty sure she'd have like hundred more friends then.

I just stand with my glove out ready to catch, and nod my head. She pulls back and throws the softball, throwing way over my head. "Your supposed to catch that! It wasn't that high!" She yells again. I sigh, crying about my life for a second, and trudge over to the softball. I pick it up, and where I'm standing, throw it as hard as I can to Jasmine.

Oh no. She's on her phone; she's not looking! "JASMINE! WATCH OUT!" I yell, trying to warn her.

She looks up from her phone right before it slams right into her arm. She falls over, crying out. Everyone on the field runs to her side.

Oh my god is this really happening? I get over to her as fast as I can. Why did I do that? Why did I do that?! When I'm close enough to see, I see the ball left a big red bruise on her right arm. I kneel down, but before I can even speak, Jasmine cuts me off yelling, "Get away you self-centered brat!"

Wait- did I just hear that correctly? I'm the brat? She's the one telling me what to do, how fast I should do it! And when she's not looking, because she's on her stupid phone, gets hurt!

"What's going on?!" Asks Coach Mill.

Everyone around Jasmine starts babbling about what just happened, but she speaks up above them, "Katty did this!" And she raises her arm up, wincing, and putting it back down.

"Baby girl what's happened?!" Coach asks, lifting Jasmine off the ground. "Katty tried hurting me by throwing the ball when I wasn't looking!"

"I did not! I didn't know she wasn't looking when I threw! I'm so sorry Jasmine." I say, trying to explain and apologize at the same time. "Someone get the nurse! And you Katie are not practicing this week, period!" Coach orders.

"But-" "But nothing! Go back to the locker room and sit there until it's time to go!" She yells, pointing back to the school.

I don't even look at Brianna or Maddie or anybody else on the team, I just run back to the school. She always has to ruin my life! I don't know why, but I'm crying. Why? If I just payed attention, I wouldn't even be in this mess!

I'm so stupid.

I get in the locker room, and just wail on the lockers. I can't do anything, and crying seems to be the only way to get my anger, frustration, everything out.