Claudia's Lessons

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Logan's POV

"Let's go Logan!" I hear the crowd chant, and I concentrate on what the catcher's signaling for me to throw. I shake my head when he signals a fastball, for the batters have been watching me closely, and they might think all I have to throw is a fastball but boy are they in for a surprise.

Unfortunately for them, I wanna strike this guy out. 

I wanna win.

There are two outs and it's the bottom of the 9th. I got one strike on this guy and he's anxiously swinging his bat above his head anticipating something. This team is our rival and they have made us go to extra innings. My team is counting on me as their captain, and I simply cannot let them down.

I take a deep breath a nod for a curveball. This guy's a giant and I have been noticing that he likes nice fastballs where he can swing nice and fast. I slowly raise my leg and throw a curveball loving the sound of the ball hitting the catcher's glove.

The batter swings all the way completely being caught of guard by the slow velocity of the ball and I hear the crowd roar. My heart begins to beat faster, and I try not to get too excited so I don't mess up.

Things always fuck up when you get too excited too early.

Two strikes.

"Let's go Logan!" I hear someone yell, and the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles once again.

Should I throw a curve or a fastball?

I ask myself in my head, and I look at the catcher knowing that he's pondering this in his head as well. He signals for me to throw another curveball, and I nod hoping that he will still swing at this one because he is starting to get antsy.

I prepare myself, and I throw another other curve.

Now close your eyes right now.

Imagine you're in a candy store and you see the biggest fucking lolly pop in the world. I don't think even that is half of the excitement that runs through me as the ball flies away from my hands. 

All I see is the guy swing, and the ball takes an unexpected trajectory downward just missing his bat and landing in the catcher's glove.

I hear the umpire yell strike three, and I smile once realization finally hits me after what feels like a million years. 

Oh my god.

We won.

I throw my arms up, and yell as all of my teammates run up the to mound and congratulate me in jubilee. Two of my teammates hoist me up on their shoulders, and I hear them start to chant my name.

Next thing I know the fans from our school are flooding the field and joining in on the jubilation and adulation. I laugh happy that we are still undefeated,  and I have once again taken my team to victory.

My friends place me back down, and I see the beautiful Jill Cimorelli running towards me. Her beautiful blonde hair is cascading in curls down her sides as she approaches me. She grabs my neck and crashes her lips onto mine.

I kiss her back smiling into the kiss and she gently bites down on my lower lip before breaking away. 

"Congratulations Logan" She whispers before capturing my lips into another-

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"Logan Johnson!"

I hear a loud noise, and I shake my head wanting the noise to shut up.