You're heart was beating out of your chest. The hottest guy in town had his arms wrapped around you, trying to teach you how to swing a bat.
You didn't know exactly how you'd gotten into this situation, but here you were. You were usually a middle class kid. Going unnoticed most of the time. Until some greasers had asked you to join their baseball game.
And they weren't exactly ugly.
So how could you say no?
"Just put your right hand on top- left on bottom." Soda pop said, positioning your hands where they were supposed to go. "And then.. swing!"
"Awesome! I think I've got it." You said. "Thank you!"
"No problem darlin" He said giving you a wink. You just about died.
Soon you were dividing into teams. Soda's older brother, Darry, was splitting people up. You happened to be on Soda's team.
He was up first to bat. "Just watch me." He told you. You stood behind him. Ponyboy was pitching. You watched the ball fly through the air. You watched Soda hit it hard. But the bat kept swinging.
PANG!
*** time skip ***
" she'll be alright, it's just a broken nose." Said a voice you didn't recognize. You tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by Soda's best friend, Steve.
"Hey hey hey.." he cooed. "Stay down. I'll tell the doctor you're awake."
"Steve??" You asked. "Am I dead?" He look back and chuckled.
"Not today sweetheart." Then he turned and left the room.
A few minutes later he came back with Soda and a doctor lookin guy. You hoped he was a doctor. Maybe then he could explain what was happening.
Soda ran up to the table you were laying on, apologizing profusely.
"What are you sorry for? And where am I ?" You asked him. The doctor wrote something on his clip board.
Soda seemed confused. "For... hitting you with that baseball bat."
Oh
Now you remembered.
You nodded. "So did you break my face?" You asked. The doctor chuckled.
"Your nose was slightly broken, so we bandaged it up for you. Luckily this young man ran all the way here, carrying you."
You could tell the doctor was being sarcastic, because broken noses weren't that serious. You giggled anyway.
"Well thank you Soda pop, for taking me here and not just leaving me unconscious in the baseball field."
"It's no problem Y/N." He said with a smile. "And im real sorry that I hit you in the face." "It's okay." You assured him.
He was quiet for a minute.
"Want to try another game next weekend?" He asked. " I promise I won't hit you."
You laughed. "Yeah that sounds great!"
