Jumping on Leaves

Jumping on Leaves

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"Well, Jack," I said, regaining back the usual sassy confidence I had, "I'd love to stick around and chat, but I rather not make friends with someone who thinks I have emotional problems." He cocked an eyebrow, looking clearly amused. Scrunching my nose in distaste, I stormed off ... Or at least, I tried to, till someone decided to go and grab my elbow. I turned to face the good-looking stranger once more, to find that he was clearly stifling laughter. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. But it's just an observation! I mean, you did kind of attack those poor, defenceless leaves. It's only normal to think that it's a way for you to release all that pent-up tension, like screaming into a pillow." I almost laughed at how much sense he actually made. Almost. Instead, I decided to take a totally different route with my reply. Giving him the most bitter face I could muster, I started again, "Well, didn't it occur to you, that maybe I just liked jumping on leaves?" Oh God, that made me sound insane. I blinked, trying to salvage my reply, "Uhh. Anyway, I didn't attack those leaves. They're dead anyway." He had a teasing smile on his lips, obviously bemused by my frustration, or just horribly oblivious. "So, you just wanted to finish the deed and make sure they were dead? You're a sadist then? Or maybe ... just plain weird?"
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I closed my eyes tightly until I heard laughing. No, I could feel the laughing. My eyes sprang open to find Miles on top of me. I was laying flat on my back in the dirt with my glove with the ball inside pressed against his chest. Miles was not at all fat, but he was 6'2 compared to my barely 5'3. I could feel his chest rumbling and shaking with laughter as I lay humiliated on the ground. "I didn't know you liked being on the bottom," Miles said loudly. The whole field cracked up with that. I struggled under him and shoved him off of me. All of the guys were howling with laughter as I got up and swiped all the dirt off me. "Pervert," I muttered, before tossing the ball out of my glove to hit him in the thigh. I stalked across the field without another word. The whole team was in hysterics as I shoved all my things in my bag and practically ran off to get away. ... Gloria is like any other 17 year old girl getting ready for summer break, but this summer is going to be completely different. Gloria has been playing baseball since she could remember and has been invited to a national baseball camp. Being a girl in the world of a male-dominated sport, she couldn't even count how many times people have told her she needed to find something else to do. Her dad kept her playing though, even after he died a few years ago, that didn't stop Gloria from doing what she loved. The only problem is she is the only girl at the camp for three months. Enter the problem of suddenly having to share a room, more specifically, sharing with Miles Harris. Gloria must deal with Miles, a big shot and arrogant jerk, and all the other horny, testosterone driven baseball players, who just might push Gloria off the edge of sanity. Trigger warning: mention and vague description of SA

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