Chapter 31

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~ Weston's p.o.v ~

Our team was catching up to Ridgeway. We were 47 - 48. I was next to bat and technically if I score a run, the games over and we win. I have to say, I am kinda nervous since my team is counting on me.

"You got this. Just score a run, no pressure"
Brennen pats my back.

"I do feel pressured because everyone's counting on me"
"Yeah...everyone will probably be pissed if you don't score a run. Shit, get yourself tagged out and I'll be pissed"
He scoffed.

I slowly walked to home base, then slowly picking up the bat. I glanced up at Colby, which he was staring at me. I could tell he was pretty damn nervous, hell everyone out in the field was.

I got in position and held up my bat. Colby whips the ball. I swing the bat, expecting to hear a loud ding from the bat.

"1"
The catcher said with the ball in his glove.

"Shit"
I cursed under my breath. I looked at my team. They were watching me and I knew they were counting on me to make this run.

I got in position once again. Colby throws the ball at me. I swing the bat, hearing a loud ding from it. I drop the bat as I begin running to first base.

A part of me kept telling me to stop.

Once my foot touches first base I start sprinting to second base.

'Stop now'
'Slow down'

My foot touches second base and I continue running to third.

"Throw it!"
I hear someone in the field yell. As my foot touches third base I could feel myself slowing down.

I couldn't do this. My team is going to hate me for this.

"Stop slowing down, go!"
I hear Brennen yell.
"Weston, go!"
"Sprint!"
I kept hearing them yell.

Everything around me started becoming slow. Everyone in the bleachers were beginning to go crazy like wild animals.

I feel myself get tagged out.

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