Bandana (Taylor Caniff Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

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The Cubs take the field as the Tigers get ready to bat. Just before the first batter steps in the box, Dylan's girlfriend, Jessica, shows up. This is the first time that I will meet her. Jessica and Dylan have been dating for around a week. She looks beautiful! Dylan introduces us to each other.

She sits down next to him and the first batter steps in the box. First game of the season; the batter has to be nervous.

"Strike one!" The umpire yells at a ball flys by the batters waist.

The game goes on with up and down innings.

It gets close to the end of the game, and Jessica starts to look sick.

"I'm going to take her home, Payton," Dylan tells me whilst holding Jessica. I nod my head, and they leave.

I adjust my seating position as the last inning comes to an end. The Cubs end up winning with a strikeout, and the score being 8-5.

I take my phone out to call someone, but a hand touches my shoulder. I jump and look up. I could feel my jaw hit the cement pad. The way his eyes radiated in the lights could light up the whole field. He sits down next to me. My thoughts are racing.

He smiles and says, "Hey! What's your name?"

I stumble with my words, "Uhmm... Payton."

"Oh cool! I'm Taylor."

I smile, and he says, " What made you come here?"

"I have seasonal passes, so..." He nodes and fiddles with his bandana.

"So anyone here with you?"

"Well my friend, Dylan, but his girlfriend got sick, so he took her home, and I, now, do not have a ride home. I was actually going to call someone before-"

"I can give you a ride home. I mean, it's no big deal, so no one has to come out here and get you."

"Oh, really?! That'd be great!"

"Yeah! No problem."

He swings his bag over his should and offers my a hand. He helps me up after he takes my hand in his.

"Do you want me to take anything?"

"Nah! I got it!" Just as he says this, he flexes his arms. I can't help but look. He smirks, and I look away. He nudges into me.

"So you're going to come to all of these games?"

"Yeah, I hope so."

"Me too."

We arrive at his car. The parking lot seems empty compared to earlier. He pops open the trunk and throws his bag and water bottle in there. He unbuttons his uniform top and slides it off. He throws his shirt in then unbuttons his pants. He closes the trunk and hops into the drivers seat. I can't help but glance at his uncovered abs.

"Sorry; it's an after-game routine. I've been doing it for years." It's-it's okay."

He closes his door and we leave the fields.