Jack Dail Imagines

Overreacting

(Y/N) = your name

(Y/M/N) = your mom's name

(Y/D/N) = you dad's name

(Y/S/N) = your sister's name

(Y/F/N) = your friend's name

(Y/A/N) = your aunt's name

*Jack's POV.*

I needed to go to Ryan's and get my baseball bag before practice. I still needed to get food and find a ride to practice in an hour. Everyone was gone and Ryan was sick. (Y/N)'s still mad for whatever reason. How am I gonna get there? I could call her mom. That would be weird, wouldn't it? Desperate measures. I got out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found her mom's number. I hesitated for a moment then pressed call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, umm (Y/M/N)... could you give me a ride?"

"Of course, when and where?"

"Now and a few places..." I stretched my mouth in nervousness.

"Okay, are you at home?"

"Yeah."

"I'm on my way."

"Thanks."

"No problem tooter." I smiled at the nickname and hung up.

I tossed my phone on the bed and hurriedly changed out of my khakis into baseball pants. I grabbed my socks and phone before running downstairs. I heard a car horn and ran out the door. I opened the passenger door of her pink car and sat down.

"Where to?"

"Ryan's house. He lives down that way." I said pointing.

"Baseball practice?" She asked, looking at the socks in my hand.

"Yeah, today's been crazy." I told her.

"Is (Y/N) still not talking to you?"

"No. I don't even know why she's mad."

"She's been moody lately. Give it a few days and she'll be apologizing."

The car stopped in front of Ryan's house. I hopped out and ran through the door without bothering to knock. I found my bag next to the backdoor where I left it. I slung the strap over my shoulder and ran back out.

"Can you take me to get something to eat for after practice?" I asked out of breath.

"It'll taste bad by then. I'll take you after."

"Are you sure?" I asked looking up from putting my socks on.

"Yea, I'll get (Y/D/N) and see if (Y/N)'s in a better mood. Then we'll all go out somewhere."

"In that case just drop me off at the baseball field."

"Do you mind if I stay and watch?"

"Not at all." I grunted, tying my cleats.

I got out in the parking lot and ran to join the team. I wasn't late thank God. (Y/N)'s mom sat on the front row of the bleachers. I put my bag down in the dugout and sat with the team while we waited on coach. He arrived and practice officially began.

"20 laps, let's go!" He instructed. We all started running around the field perimeter at the blow of his whistle. Out of breath and sweating by lap 20 we all made our way back to our coach.

"Basic practice today boys. Dail, Edwards, Williams, and Thomas you're batting first." He said looking at his list then each boy. "Where's Jones?" That was Ryan.