𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 | 𝐛. 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 - 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧

(I made a new trailer, edit, whatever we wanna call it. This one has a more realistic feel and I think it turned out a lot better)

      "BENJAMIN, Lennon, it's so good to finally meet you both. The star hitter and the brainy reporter turned Skipper, I guess is your title now?" Judge asks, shaking each of our hands. "Damn, you've got a hell-of-a grip. You play ball?"
      I smile, shrugging as I turn my head to look at Benny.
      "Yeah, I played with Benny over her when we were growing up." I say.
      Judge smiles, nodding. Judge is tall, standing at a ginormous Six foot Seven, nearly four inches taller than Benny. Benny always looked tall to me, but beside Judge, that four inch difference is a wide gap.
      "I'm very eager to see just how well you handle yourself against those Padres tonight." Judge says.
Benny shrugs, scrunching up his nose as he smiles at the Yankee player.
"They're just the Padres, I'm not worried much about them." Benny says. "Besides, I'm giving my all tonight."
      Judge raises an eyebrow and looks away from Benny at me.
      "Aren't the Padres first in NL? Isn't that a little worrisome to you guys?" Judge asks.
      Benny shrugs, turning his head to look at me. He smiles then looks back at Judge.
      "Their position doesn't really intimidate me." Benny says coolly.
      Judge smiles slightly, an eyebrow raised as he watches Benny.
      "And why's that?" He asks, hoping to get some sort of secret out of Benny.
      Benny pats my shoulder, smiling up at the tall Yankee prodigy.
      "Because the Padres have never faced Lennon Davis." He says. "They've never seem how her brain works. They've seen ours, watched our strategy, picked up on our pitches. But, they've never seen hers. And that's where they'll fall."
Judge smiles and nods at me, biting his lip briefly.
"Damn, you must be Hella smart," He says. "He talks about you like you're his own personal Einstein."
"You think too much," Benny said in a serious tone. "I bet you get straight A's and shit, huh?"
"No, no I got a B once, well an A minus, but it should've been a B." Smalls said.
"Man, this is baseball. You've gotta stop thinking. Just have fun. If you weren't thinking so much, you would've caught that ball." Benny said.
"I just like creating game-winning strategies. Although, I don't really get any money from it, the face that I get a closer relationship with the players and a closer look at the team in a whole makes it better." I say. "It's really just a good opportunity to make friends on the team."
He smiles, nodding. Cal pulls Benny away to the dugout to talk, leaving me alone with Judge.
"So, what's your relationship with him?" Judge asks.
I raise an eyebrow and look up at him. I shake my head, smiling slightly.
"There's nothing, we're just friends." I say. "We've known each other a long time, that's all."
He narrows his eyes and smiles, scrunching up his nose.
"Have you seen the way he looks at you?" He asks, an eyebrow raised.
"We're just friends. We've been friends since we were kids. That's all." I say.
He crosses his arms and tilts his head, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Is this a decision you made together or is it a decision one of you made and the other just followed?" He asks.
      "I think, for the sake of both of our own sanities, we should just strictly stay work friends, co-workers, and forget whatever past we had. I don't think talking between us works anymore."
      "It was a decision we made together, kind of." I say, thinking back to that night in the hospital.
      "Well, tell me about the decision. Where was the decision made?" He asks.
      I purse my lips together, exhaling sharply as I think about that night.
      "It was made in the hospital. Just before he left for the night." I say.
      He raises an eyebrow, then furrows them as he realizes a fact.
"Why were you in the Hospital?" He asks, his voice quiet.
"Benny saved me. One bad night wound up with me in the hospital." I say.
"What happened?" He asks, staring down at me in concern.
"Someone got me drunk at the bar during a Talent Scout party. They dragged me to their hotel room and tried to... tried to rape me. Benny saw that I was missing and found me in time." I say.
His eyes lose the bright light once in them, the joy leaving the conversation.
"Who?" He asks. "Who attacked you? How did they get into that party?"
I lift my eyes and lick my bottom lip, exhaling slowly.
"Tyler Tate from the Red Sox." I say quietly, looking at my shoes.
He exhales sharply, shaking his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I'm so sorry, Lennon. I don't even know you that well and I just asked for the moment you were the most vulnerable. But, can I offer you a piece of advice?" He asks
I nod, watching him. He adjusts his baseball cap and looks back at the dugout where Benny stands with Cal.
"No man looks at a woman the way Benny looks at you and says 'she's just a friend'. The way he looks at you... I haven't seen someone look at another person in that way in a long time. Don't lose him." He says.