Nostalgia ⇛13 Reasons Why Imagines

Teacher, Teacher//Jeff Atkins

"Hi! Can I request a Jeff imagine where he's teaching his girlfriend to play baseball? Thanks!"
Requested by @readbooster
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Y/N POV:

"(Y/n)," Your boyfriend of a year, Jeff Atkins, laughed. "You know you're actually supposed to hit the ball!"

"Really?" You ask, your voice tone sarcastic. "I thought the ball was just supposed to pass the bat without getting hit!"

"So funny," Jeff laughed, rolling his eyes. "Just keep in mind you need to know how to play baseball in," He pauses and checks his watch, "three hours."

"Bullshit!" You say, checking his watch. There was no way you would be ready in time for the 'Liberty High Couples' Baseball Tournament'.

"(Y/n), I love you," Jeff smiles, "but we're screwed."

You sigh, and Jeff comes up with an idea. He calls Montgomery, who comes over faster than expected. So there the two of you stood in the Atkin's garden, waiting for Jeff to tell you what to do.

"(Y/n), go pick up a bat and be ready to bat."

"Jeff! You know I can't play baseball! This is pointless!" You sigh, and walk towards the base. Monty walked towards the other end of their backyard, tossing the baseball up and down in his hands.

You picked up the heavy bat, and held it how Jeff had taught you. As Montgomery was about to pitch, you feel a warm body against yours. Jeff's hands wrapped around yours, and you copied his stance. Next thing you knew, the ball was flying towards you. Jeff guided you, and let go as the ball collided with the bat. You swung the bat, sending the ball flying to the end of the garden.

You sprinted to where you had marked the bases, and in the end you had scored your first ever home run.

"Babe, that was amazing," Jeff ran up to you, pulling you into his chest. He planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"All thanks to you," You say, kissing him again.

The three of you continued to practice the rest of the afternoon, not stopping for a break. It was when you had to leave for the tournament, that the nerves had started to kick in.

"Dude, your girlfriend looks like she's about to gag," Monty says, looking at you in a concerned manner.

"Babe, are you okay?" Jeff says, gently grabbing ahold of your arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine," You sigh. "I'm just a little nervous."

"Don't be. We've got this in the bag."

And as if Jeff's words were a prophecy, he was right. You two had won the tournament, and went a date at Rosie's to celebrate!