apologies // hemmings

five

        "Oh my god what am I gonna do?" Luke nervously paced back and forth in his bedroom as his friend laughed at him.

        Michael was currently occupied with throwing a baseball above his head and catching it, repeatedly and found Luke's predicament more than hilarious.

        "Fake an injury?" He suggested as the baseball slipped through his hands and landed on his nose and he let out a grunt.

        "That's absolutely pathetic, Michael," Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed the baseball out of Michael's grasp and began tossing it at the wall and watching it bounce back toward him. Michael rolled his eyes and sat up, shoving Luke.

        "What's absolutely pathetic is the fact that you told one of the hottest chicks at our school that you're amazing at baseball," Michael laughed again at how much of an idiot Luke was.

        "I'm not that bad, okay? And I panicked! She was being a bitch and she's fucking hot and Casey had to be an asshole and tell her that I'm on the team," Luke began to get flustered again and ran his hands through his hair.

        Michael patted his back in a very un-comforting manner, "Maybe you should just tell her you're a DH," he proposed.

        "Hell no, I'd rather take my chances with Burns getting injured so I can take his spot," he grumbled and Michael smacked him on the back of the head.

        "You're an idiot, Luke."

~~

        Fortunately for Luke, his idiocy had paid off. The following day at practice, Michael Burns had sprained his ankle. Luke was amazed at his luck when he was running drills in the outfield and Burns tripped over the base. He had no idea what kind of idiot trips over the base, but he wasn't complaining because Burns was an asshole and Luke was being put in the game for Thursday.

        Unfortunately for Luke, he was a horrible first baseman. He had always preferred playing outfield, but he didn't really get the choice when his coach said it was first or nothing. So he spent an hour after practice with Casey and Calum - the team's shortstop - running drills at first.

        He didn't do horrible, but the boys were convinced that their game against Ocala Central was screwed.

        Luke could catch, and his long legs were golden for first base because he was able to stretch out while keeping his foot on the bag; however, Luke couldn't seem to get a handle on positioning and where he was supposed to stand when the ball was hit. He thought it was ridiculous that he couldn't keep his foot on the bag unless he had the ball in his hand, or that he couldn't stand in the way of the runner. Calum had told him repeatedly that the umps would call him on it, but no matter how hard he tried he still screwed up.

        While Luke was so caught up in getting the drills right, he didn't realize the few softball players that had gathered to watch their little practice after softball was finished.

        Alexis was among the few, but only because she had to drive Bryanna home and she was insistent on watching baseball practice. Alexis knew the girls only wanted to watch because their school had an unbelievably attractive baseball team.

        It was practically scientific that baseball boys were hot, but Marion County took it to the next level. Calum was tall, with dark skin and black hair, and his ass looked incredible in baseball pants and his muscles flexed in his cut off tank top when he caught and threw the ball. The boy was absolutely swoon worthy and any straight girl would be crazy not to drool over the boy. Luke wasn't built for baseball, but was still undeniably attractive. His blond hair was patted down from sweat and he kept removing his baseball cap to wipe his foward. It was rare to see the boy in bright colors, but he looked alluring in the bright blue practice jersey and gray baseball pants.