Home Turf (Brett Lawrie-Blue Jays- MLB)

Chapter 6 | Air

A/N: WHO SAW BRETTS GRAN SLAM IT WAS SEXY. But this game against Minnesota is painful. Wtf is Delabar and Santos doing?!

Chapter 6 | Air

Sky's POV

I reached over JP and grabbed my phone, sliding to answer and pressing it against my ear, my stomach in a knot.

"Sky?" I groggy voice on the other line asked.

"Yes, it's me," I replied shakily, fingers crossed.

"You need to take them to LA. I can't do it," he said. I took a sharp inhale and sighed. Gibbons is sick, like, really sick. And if he isn't able to come, he's put me down as General Manager. Even the owners said they'll change it.

"Alright," I nodded my head, even if he couldn't see me, "I'll do it. And I'll do it well."

"Thank you, Sky." I heard a click when he hung up the phone. JP have me a sympathetic look and patted my back, and I looked over to Brett. He was already looking at me from across the bus, and our eyes met. He only nodded his head, as if he understood.

•••

I plugged my headphones into my iPhone, playing my playlist as loud as it went. Kendrick Lamar came on, and I bobbed my head to the bass of the song. I began to run on the treadmill in the hotel gym, that was almost empty, thank god, and kept going faster until I couldn't handle it anymore. I heard laughing and loud, obnoxious talking, so I figured some of the team was coming for a pre-series pump up.

"I see a tattoo," Josh grabbed my shirt and slid it up once I stopped the treadmill. I slapped his hand away hard, and he pulled back and rubbed it.

"That hurt." He pouted. I rolled my eyes and lifted it up more, revealing the tattoo. It was a baseball inspired quote, of course.

"You can never hit a home run if you don't swing," Jose read. I nodded my head and took my earphones out.

"I got it when I got turned down because I was a female. I have another one behind my ear, a small horseshoe, for when I lost my horse, Rusty." I said, pushing the fly away hairs to reveal it. They nodded and Brett grabbed my hand. I noticed that none of them were even in workout clothes.

"Shit," I said. They laughed, walking me out if the gym and towards our room. I had the middle bed, with Brett and JP beside me, Jose, Josh and Adam next door.

"We're going to the last LA vs Washington game." Brett said, still holding my hand. I went to pull away, but he squeezed it harder and looked down at me, and I got the message. His face read, "If I want to hold your hand, I can." But fuck me if I was going to let him.

"Brett, let go." I said, pulling again. He tried to ignore me but I yanked, and his expression changed to sadness. He looked at me, then stuck out a hand as the rest of the group continued.

"What's wrong with me Sky?" He asked suddenly. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked into his eyes.

"Nothing Brett." I replied back, but he stepped closer to me, pinning me against the tacky hotel wallpaper.

"Then why won't you let me in?"

"I," I looked down the hall to the exit, "I won't."

I slipped out of his grasp, hastily walking towards the exit, not looking back.

"Sky!" I heard him call, but I pushed open the door into the humid LA heat, and walked down the street, still in my workout clothes. I kept walking. I need air, I needed to think.

JP's POV

I watched as Sky pushed open the door, and Brett stood like a sad puppy in the hallway.

"What the fuck," Adam muttered next to me. Brett turned and looked at us, his face red. Walking past us, he opened our door and walked in our room, slamming it shut and hearing the click of the lock.

"I guess I'm not getting in there any time soon." I said.

"At least we're leaving for the game soon. That'll give him time. Maybe he'll show up later." Jose said, half hopeful. I nodded my head and glanced at the exit one last time. I can't help but wonder what's going on with her. She's open, but never about her past. I just wonder what she has inside.