Broken Bats (MLB)

Chapter 22: Note

I walked into the dressing room dripping sweat and gulping water as everyone turned to look at me.

"How long have you been here?" Brett asked.

"Since four am." I replied, pulling off the sweat soaked practise jersey and the ripped pants.

"What's up with you?" Reyes asked and I raised a brow.

"Who's missing in this room Reyes?" I asked, and his gaze swept the room.

"JP." He muttered, then shut up.

The room went dead and Gibbons and Navarro walked into the room, eyes sweeping the room.

"This is Dioner Navarro, make him feel welcomed." Gibbons stated coldly looking at me as I barely nodded.

Gibbons left and I stood, grabbing my bat and walking the other way.

"Annalynn." Someone's voice stated and I turned back to face the room.

"Listen up, I'm you're teammate. I'm here to support you, I'm not here to like you." I stated coldly, watching Dioner's face replay shock.

"I'm not here to take anyone's place Annalynn." He replied calmly.

"My name is Anna. And good thing because I don't care how fucking good you are, they didn't give Arencibia a chance." I spit out. "So leave me the fuck alone and play the game."

"Anna." Brett started, standing and reaching for my arm.

"Don't Brett." I stammered handing him the bat, slamming through the door and sprinting down the street, needing air and needing it now.

Brett POV

I ran a hand through my hair and turned to Navarro.

"Listen, it's not your fault. JP kinda was there for her when she wouldn't let others in, even myself. She's taking it really hard, it's not your fault." I explained and Navarro shook his head.

"I really can't blame her." He laughed.

"Trust me, she's not the easiest to get along with." Josh muttered.

"She likes me." Colby stated.

"It's cause you're silent." I laughed.

"Then what's your excuse?" Brandon laughed.

"Tattoos." Anna puffed, grabbing a water bottle.

"Damn I thought it was something cool, like personality." I teased.

"Nope." Anna shook her head, smirking before holding out her hand. "I'm Annalynn, and I'm sorry I'm a bitch."

Navarro shook her hand firmly and then she stepped back.

"She apologized!" I gaped.

Anna tilted her head my way, "Maybe even your tattoos can't counter act your big mouth."

I raised a brow and she crossed her arms, petite frame intimidating even in baseball pants and a sports bra, her tattoos on full display as well.

"I don't know which one of you I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley." Navarro muttered.

"She's harmless." I smirked.

"That's what you think Lawrie." Anna taunted.

I raised a brow and she shook her head, not breaking eye contact.

"Are you done with this yet?" She asked, picking up the remote for the TV and flicking it on. "You look really tough with that West Jet symbol."

I rubbed my bicep and pouted, "Leave me alone it's fading." I whined and Anna laughed.