Playing the Ball Game
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Skylar left Los Angeles California to play softball. It was as simple as that, she needed a better team. So she picked up her life and moved to Orland Florida where she now attends Orlando High School, home of the whales. She meets the owner of the softball division and works to be on the team with all she's got. But with high school comes high school love and there's no way she can escape falling for Justin Mathews who just so happens to play baseball.
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I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.
"Justin can you please leave me alone so I can practice?" I whined.
King of the bad boys had the NERVE to smirk at me from the dugout. "No way California. You promised you would let me teach you how to pitch baseball style."
Oh shit I completely forgot.
I hesitated for a moment before responding with a "no I need to practice my pitching or I-"
"You won't make the team, you won't play softball, you won't have a future, and you'll be home less and broke," he mocked.
I rolled my eyes yet again," Well the answer is still no, so you can go on and do your homework."
From the corner of my eye I saw Justin tugging at his hair, something he did when he was thinking. Finally he said," If you strike me out with three pitches I'll leave you alone and we can postpone the baseball. Deal?"
I thought for a moment. Surely Justin has only ever bat a baseball pitch, softball pitches are probably different so maybe he wouldn't hit it. "The deal is about to expire," he scowled.
A smile tugged at my lips. "Three pitches Justin. Step up."
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