Out of Left Field: Book One (18+)

Chapter Two

Sawyer

It has been three days since the game. My phone has been practically glued to me the second we walked out of that stadium, but every text and every call I have received made me feel more and more disappointed when it never ended up being from him. Any sound heard from my phone had my stomach in knots and my heart racing for absolutely nothing.

The last two nights, the Rebels played at home, and Sophie thought she was forcing me to watch with her, but honestly, I secretly wanted to. I wanted to get a glimpse of the awfully confusing but extremely hot Hayden Wolf. Watching the games only made me feel more anxious and crushed the hopes that I had up. He's been busy, obviously, but even if he had sent me a text that just said a simple "hi" would have made my day. I should have known it was too good to be true. He could be with any woman in the world. Why would he want me? I knew I would end up sulking because of him, but I didn't think it would be so soon.

"Hey, get your ass up. You have to get to work," Sophie barged into my room and opened the curtains as light poured in.

Work. Oh, how I dreaded work. Being a waitress isn't terrible, but the customers can either make your day or completely break it. And let's just say that the latter is the one that happens the most. Luckily, I have some nice coworkers, and my boss is not too unbearable to make me hate it there. He gives me as many hours a week as I will take, so that's a perk. Waitressing is not my dream job, and I don't plan on doing it for the rest of my life, but I'm not in a rush to figure it all out right this second. My grandparents help me out a little bit, but they aren't very wealthy themselves. I've been pretty independent most of my life, so wherever life takes me next, I'll be ready for it.

"Ugh, remind me why I have to work again?" I groaned, pulling the covers over my head to hide from the brightness.

She yanked the blanket off me and down to the end of the bed. "Because if you don't work, you'll go broke, and then I would go broke trying to take care of your broke ass."

"You have a point. Alright, fine, I'm going."

Sophie shook her head with a small smile on her face. "Good. So, still no word from you know who?"

My lips curved downward as she gave me a look of concern. "No, but I'm okay. I shouldn't even be sad about something that never happened. You know me, I always get my hopes up."

"Yeah, but he's a loser for even putting that idea in your head if he wasn't going to follow through with it. Just because he has some fame to his name doesn't mean he can go around being an idiot."

"There is always a reason for everything, and maybe I just wasn't meant to be in his world or him in mine," I gave her a half-smile. "I'm going to hop in the shower and get ready for work. Can you make me a cup of coffee, please?"

I could tell by the look on her face that she had a few more things to say, but she held them in. Sophie is one to speak her mind, but with me, there are times when she knows to save it for another day.

"As you wish, master," she joked before heading out of my room and I jumped up to get ready for the day.

Once I got to work, it was nonstop customers from the second I walked in to the second I clocked out. It was insanity, but it also helped to take my mind off certain things.

When I walked out of the restaurant after my shift, my phone started to ring. I searched in my purse as it went off, thinking it was just Sophie calling to ask what we were doing for dinner tonight. I finally found it all the way at the bottom and answered it quickly.

"Hello beautiful, what's up?" I said casually while I began to walk towards my car.

A voice that was far from Sophie's came through the speaker as I froze in the middle of the parking lot. "Aw, you think I'm beautiful?"