Damin

Chapter 2: The Game

A/N Introducing Damin's skills at baseball? Sorry if people dont like it I am just adding a little sports into his life

One of the only things I like about this annoying mandatory school is sports, specifically baseball. Right now it is April so baseball just started. I always play as the catcher, while being the captain of the team. To be completely honest I didn't want to be the captain, it's kind of a lot of work and everyone depends on you... Plus it's a little boring, but hey what can you do when the entire team including the 3 coaches votes for you?

Although highschool baseball is not as popular as all the Major League Baseball games it still gets pretty intense. Right now it is the third inning in this beautiful big field which is also the home of the Eagles my baseball team. It is my turn to bat, there is number 7 on first and number 24 on third. The second batter number 19 hit a grounder and didn't make it to first on time. The pitcher is a southpaw (left handed pitcher) so it will be harder for me to hit, this pitchers best breaking ball is his knuckleball so I may be able to hit it. Although I need to watch out for his curveball because I won't hit it very far.

The pitcher throws the ball and I can tell it's a fastball inside, best not to hit it so that its not a grounder that they can catch. STRIKE!!!! The umpire yells and right after I hear my team yelling " Go Damin! Take our guys home!!!" No pressure right? This is why people annoy me, they never really know when you actually need encouragement or when you need silence. Next pitch is another fastball but it is innaccurate and outside. BALL! The umpire yells again "Good eye Damin" of course I do what person can call themselves a good catcher without being able to read a ball and a strike. As I had expected the third pitch was the curveball inside so I didn't swing. STRIKE!! The umpire yells again. This time my team says nothing because they are worried I will get another strike because I haven't hit anything yet, but they don't know that I am just waiting. The fourth throw was what I hoped for, the knuckleball going outside as I got ready to swing I realized it is a curveball going into the middle. If I hit it I would probably get a double which would only take no. 24 home... Better than getting a strike out. When I hit I make a lot better of contact than I expected but it only gets a triple which takes both 7 and 24 home. It's a shut out we got 15 to 2 in the 3rd inning.

After that everyone tries to give me high fives and handshakes but I don't accept them. I don't like making contact with anyone but my family (Conner's Family). I despise everyone acting all happy and sad because one team won and one lost. I bet half of my team don't even know what a breaking ball is, they are just trying to get cool with girls... It's stupid and I don't get it. Acting like they all like me but I can tell they think I am a selfish asshole and that's what I hate about this world. They have no clue about any of it. They don't know I am suffering everyday trying to wake up to get to a school I hate for reasons I hate with people I hate although I would always just be better off iny bed alone. Alone... Where noone can judge or hate or love me.

F 5 girls confessed their love to me which is more than usual. I don't like it, they always cry when I deny them. Conner always say I should try to be nice when saying no but honestly I don't think I should. Why would I be nice about it? That would just be sending them messages that I like the fact that they like me and I want to be friends or something which... I don't. . Conner always asks me why I say no to them and I always respond the same way: They don't actually love me because they don't actually know me. They just want to date me for my looks and how popular people say I am. They know nothing about me, do they know I have severe depression? Do they know I have to fight me OCD everyday just to go to school? Hell, do they even know my favorite fucking color? No so why in the hell would I say yes? I always think of how us humans are the most pityful of creatures as the girls run away with fake tears to go tell their "girlfriends".