Songwriter ❥ PRETTYMUCH

34 | Perfect Kick

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PERFECT KICK
[ Michelle's POV- ]

"Such a dick!" I groan out, smashing the ball with my baseball bat. The ball flies in the sky, somewhere far as Jayda turns around to watch the ball hit the ground far, far away.

"Damn boi," She says, looking impressed from behind the machine who throws balls at me. "You sure you're alright?"

"No," I sigh, standing in position again. Slightly squatted with the baseball bat in my hands, waiting for the numbers in the machine to count down until a new ball lances out of it. "And I need to get my anger out."

A ball shoots right towards me and I swing my bat, making the ball hit again. The ball flies towards the same direction, far away as it lands near the several balls I hit earlier.  I groan out frustration, violently smashing the bat against the floor. "Okay," Jayda calls out, watching as I keep messing up the mat I was standing on. "That's enough!" Jayda calls out.

"Damn it, Michelle you're about to break the bat!" Jayda rushes over towards me from behind the machine and snatch the bat away from me. Just as she turns around, a ball shoot itself towards her hitting it right onto her nose. "Ow!" She groans.

"Usually I'd laugh, but I'm not in the mood." I sigh. "Not at all," I turn around, leaving sore Jayda as I take a seat on the bench.

She lets go of the baseball bat and walks over to my side, sitting down and taking a sip from her bottle of water. "Girly, it's going to be okay." She tells me.

"No, Jayda, it's not. We both ruined each others trust and now I don't even know if he wants to see me." I sigh out loud, letting my skin rest in the palms of both of my hands.

"Do you want to see him?" Jayda asks and I scoff.

"Oh, please. He can go see Vienna, not me." I say, rolling my eyes as I lean forewards, my elbows on my knees as I look down to my worn out Jordans.

"I took you out here to the baseball field to smash out your anger, but I don't think it worked seeing you basically messed up my cousins bat." She picks up the wooden bat, seeing that what once was perfectly cut out is now full of cracks because of the hard contact with the floor that I caused.

"I'll buy him another one." I sigh and snatch the bat out of her hands. "And now this is already messed up, I can go and continue messing it up." I get up, standing strong in my position as I held the bat in front of me, ready to smash it against the floor again.

"No!" Jayda screams, placing her arm on my hand. "Give me the bat." She says sternly and I shake my head from side to side. "Michelle, the bat!" She says again. "The bat or else I will break your loudspeaker."

I groan, handing her the bat and she places it on the bench. "Now, we need something else to calm down your anger in you."

"Can we just head back home, please? I'm starving and I haven't ate since noon, which is already eight hours ago!" I whine like a little baby and I watch as how my best friend nods.

"Okay, we're heading home but I drive because I don't want no car crash because of your heated head." She tells me and I nod in agreement. We take our handbags and I swing my denim black jacket around my shoulder since I was sweating a little bit. I should've asked Jayda to bring me some extra clothes, because now I probably stink.

Our carjourney back home was just as usual, Jayda jamming onto some Shawn Mendes as his album always lies standard under the radio. Within ten minutes we arrived at our apartment and we walk straight inside.

"Hey guys." Milan greets and I walk right past her towards my room. "Greeting is free, jeez." I hear her mumble before I step into my room and smash the door shut.