Major League Trouble ; Cody Bellinger

Three: Bad Press

I wake up to the smell of bacon. My head didn't hurt too bad, but I was still a little out of it. I realize I was on a couch, in pajamas that weren't mine. "What happened last night?" I ask myself sitting up. "You're awake," I hear Madisyn. Oh right. She hurries over and sits beside me, handing me a glass of water and an Advil. "Thanks," I say accepting it. "I don't even want to know what happened last night," I say after downing the pill. "It's probably better that you don't," Madisyn laughs at me. "Oh, gosh! What time is it?" I panic trying to find my phone. "It's 10 a.m. And your phone is on the charger in the kitchen," she lets me know. "Thank you so much, Madi, for evrything," I say genuinely. "What are friends for?" she replies as I give her a hug. "Are you hungry? Corey is making breakfast," she asks. "I really should get back to my hotel so I can get ready for workouts. Plus my PC is probably freaking out," I tell her. "You can borrow something of mine, and we can call your PC. It would be out of your way to drive back and fourth anyways," Madi says. I think about it. "I guess you're right," I say giving in. "C'mon let's go find something for you to wear. I have some dodger workout gear, if you want to rep," she offers as I follow her. "That would be perfect," I tell her.

Corey had made eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I was surprised. "I didn't think you cooked," I laugh at him. "You haven't tried it yet," Madisyn laughs too. "Hey," Corey says offended. "I'm kidding. I love your cooking," Madison reassures him and he tries to hide his smile. "Not bad," I say surprised after trying the pancakes. "It's actually really good," I laugh. "It's the cinnamon," he tells me. "I'll keep that in mind, Betty Crocker," I laugh at his seriousness. They laugh too at my joke.

After we finished eating, I finally remembered to check my phone. "Shit," I mumble seeing 17 missed calls from Kaitlyn and 4 voicemails. Without hesitation, I return her call immediately.

"Jenna!" she says into phone urgent. "Sorry, I spent the night at a friends," I say hesitantly. "That friend wouldn't happen to be one of your players would it," she questions. "Actually I'm at Corey's and Madisyn's place," I admit not knowing what was wrong with that. "You're all over social media. There's a picture of you and the new rookie, care to explain that?" she says impatiently. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I say looking online. "I've been answering phone calls all day asking if there's anything going on between you and another player. You have to be more careful, Jenna. You could lose your job," she warns. I see a picture immediately pop up on my discover page of Cody and I dancing. Luckily, he wasn't that famous and it wasn't regular season so there wouldn't be too much bad press by this. "I was drunk, Kaitlyn. It didn't seem as bad at the time," I try to make an excuse. "It's okay. But when you arrive at the gym today you're going to be asked lots of questions. You do not comment alright?" She tried not to be too hard on me. "Got it," I sigh. "Smith and I will be by to pick you up around 3, you have an early dinner with your mother scheduled at 6," she changes the subject knowing I'd rather focus on something else at the moment. "Just what I need," I say sarcastically. "Please pick up your phone when I call next time, I absolutely hate answering machines, especially yours," she tells me making me laugh. "I promise, I will," I reply. "No comment, remember," she tells me before hanging up.

"You ready to go, Jenna?" Corey asks me. "Yea, coming," I say as I take one last look at the picture from last night.

I was silent during the car ride. I already messed up and I've only been the assistant manager for 24 hours. "Hey, I know I don't know you that well, but I can tell there's something bothering you," Corey says turning the country music, he had playing, down. I sigh contemplating whether or not I should tell him. "It's not important," I force a smile. "I can feel your nerves, Jenna. It's something. You don't have to tell me but it might help letting someone know," he says. "Every little thing I do is being watched by the media. I hate it. Just because I'm a woman with a career in baseball, people want to find something that'll prove it was a mistake," I sigh. "You saw the photo?" he questions. "Even you saw it?" I say even more frustrated. "It'll blow over. Stuff like that always does. I completely understand where you're coming from," he gives me a reassuring look as we pull up to the gym. There were a few reporters outside waiting for players. "You can handle this right?" he asks me. "Been doing this for the past two weeks, hopefully," I take a deep breath.