Quid Pro Quo

t w o: take me out to the ball game

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"Hi Clemmy,"

Clementine turned around to see Louis, his brown irises lit up with excitement upon meeting her own.

They were in the last period of the day, which happened to be the only class they shared, French. Lucky for them, the teacher was pretty nonchalant, likely not out of her summer daze, as it was only September.

"Hey Louis," She sighed with a smile. "You nervous for tonight?"

"Me? Never." He set down his books beside her on the desk, which surprised her, as she assumed he would rather spend his time with the boys he usually hung out with.

While he would do just that normally, he was drawn to her after their conversation the day prior.

"I can tell you're lying, y'know." She mentioned, watching him as he sat next to her. He chuckled, flicking down the ever constant baseball cap on her head so it covered her eyes.

"Well, how about you? The whole Oliver thing?"

"I'm ready."

He didn't know why he felt disappointed when Clem said this. He had absolutely no reason to be.

She was not his and he was not hers.

"Louis?" He looked at her once more, her concerned gaze bringing his attention away from his feelings. He snickered, shoving his hand into his hoodie pocket.

"Maybe I am nervous. I'm never this distracted." Or this jealous either, he thought. "It's just my first game since what Mr. Garcia told me. I wanna show him that I'm valuable."

"I think you'll do amazing." She shoved his shoulder. Even after she pulled away, he could feel where she made contact on his skin, his cheeks heating up.

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Hours later, Louis was sitting in the boy's locker room, tapping his legs against the ground rapidly. In his hands, his phone, on which was his and Clem's text conversation from minutes before.

Clementine🍊

Good luck BeLouGa! I'll be in the crowd to cheer you on!

He had received an abundance of these texts, he always did before games. But this one seemed to be different.

Louis, not wanting to read into it too much, just chalked it up to his search for comfort and assurance, trying not to let his nerves take over. He was simply just finding solace in his newfound friend rather than his usual confidants, or at least, he wanted to believe that.

"Hey!" A deep voice shouted from behind him. He turned to find Marlon, the catcher on the team and one of his closest friends. Louis hadn't told him about Clem yet, so he hid the device in his hand, putting on a brave smile as he stood. "You ready?"

"Always, dude." He quickly tied back his hair, covering it with his lucky red Ericson cap before following Marlon to meet the other boys.

They made their way out of the locker room, chatting amongst themselves. Louis was willingly left out of the conversation, only listening to the sound of his anxious heartbeat.

As soon as they emerged, a majority of the crowd cheered, their shirts adorning school colors. Louis scanned the sea of people, grinning when his eyes locked with familiar amber ones.