{89} Baseball Game

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The speed and interaction of the players on the field was exhilarating to him. The strike outs, the homeruns, even the small injuries that came with the sport Mark had loved since he was just a kid. It was finally March. The beginning of high school baseball season.

He stood at third base, awaiting for something to happen. Waiting anxiously for someone to run at third base so he could strike them out.

His white baseball jersey nicely displayed his last name and the number 34 across the back.  His long, straightened black hair was pulled into a perfect slick ponytail that he'd stuck through the opening in the back of his baseball hat that shielded the glare of the sun out of his eyes. 

"Eat that pussy queen!!" Jack screamed from the bleachers. Mark chuckled and rolled his eyes.

He glanced at the pitcher's mound where Jett stood, half ready to pitch the ball to the batter on the opposing team.

"Shit." He cursed as the sun glared into his eyes, making his head throb slightly.

He had a concussion.

As did several other players on the team. But there was no way they could miss a game, and especially this game in particular since there were several Sports scouts/recruiters from various colleges attending this one.

Mark himself had most likely broken his toe a few days earlier and injured his neck somehow, but he wasn't too worried about that right now.

Jett pitched the ball to a random batter on the other team, who hit the ball in one perfect swing.

"Damn, that was slick as fuck!" Jack gasped, jumping up from his seat between Ronnie and Clifton. Clifton yanked the back of Jack's jacket (Mark's letterman jacket), pulling him back into his seat after he'd screamed "Fuck it up Babe! Slay me!"

"Jack, don't distract him."

Ronnie just giggled and Jack shrugged and glanced down at his flip flops, rubbing his hands over his chest, "I can't help it. He makes my nipples hard."

He turned to Ronnie, who had his arm wrapped around his stomach, a look of concern on his face as he watched the game.

"You okay?" He nudged his friend's arm.

"Yeah..."


A/N: Jack's such a supportive boyfriend.

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