A Baseball Romance

Baseball. How can one sport bring two people together all by itself? Well it can. It happened to Lily and Justin. Just a country girl with nowhere to go and the captain of the baseball team.


3. Three

(Justin POV)

I sit in last period waiting for the bell to ring, as I do normally, so I can go to practice. But this time I don't want to go to practice just to play baseball, I want to see if that girl is there again, maybe this time I'll work up the nerve to talk to her.

The minutes seem to be hours as they drag by, my government teacher droning on and on. Who even cares about this stuff anyway? There're better classes I could be taking instead of this one, but no, eleventh grade government is required. As if any kid from this tiny town will ever make it to the big league government. 

Finally the bell rings and I'm out of there. First one out the door, but not to brag or anything. I skip my usual social spots in the common areas, heading straight to the locker room to be the first on the field in case she gets there early.

I'm just putting on my cleats by the time the first few people begin to wander into the locker room.

"Damn, eager to get out there and play?" My best friend Mike says lifting an eyebrow in my direction.

"Yeah, sure, baseball." I say the last part silently in my head.

"It's that girl isn't it?"

"No, why would it be her? You know I'm not in the market for a girl right now."

"Of course you aren't, you're in the market for her." He smirked at me taking off his shirt.

"Shut up," I say slinging my bag over my shoulder and heading toward the field. As I near the bleachers I see a head of shiny brown hair and instantly know it's her. How could it not be? I could recognize that hair anywhere. Not to be creepy or anything.


(Lily POV)

I sit down on the bleachers of the baseball diamond for the second day in a row. Today I got here before practice started so as not to interfere once coach wanted everyone to be focused on training. I halfway expected nobody to be there for another 15 minutes, but to my surprise, number 12, the boy I had been drooling over, walked onto the field five minutes after I sat down, dropping his bag on the ground and sitting on the dugout bench with his phone in hand waiting for his team to come out.

See that's the thing about baseball. You're on a team, you can't be something or go anywhere without your team. I guess the idea appeals to me because I've never been on a team before. I've never had a group of people to support me and help me reach my dreams. All I've had is someone yelling at me to keep my heels down and eyes up ever since I was three. Now don't get me wrong that kind of stuff has gotten me to where I am in my riding today,  but sometimes you just need a team behind you, cheering you on, supporting you, just like in baseball.

I sit on the bleachers debating whether or not to go down and talk to him. I was just making up my mind to get my ass up and say hi when his friend came out. Damn, I thought, I may never get up the nerve to do this again! Oh well I guess it's for the best.


(Justin POV)

"Hey dude, did you talk to her?" Mike whispered as he got his glove out of his bag.

"No man, I told you I don't like her." I snap back, turning off my phone.

"Dang chill, I was just asking, ya know, maybe she just wants to talk to someone. Coach shouldn't be out for awhile, go say something to her."

"Are you trying to set me up?"

"No, I know you really like Rachel but she broke up with you two months ago man! You gotta move on, she's not worth your time anymore. Go talk to her, see how it goes, see if you have anything in common, and if it goes horribly, then it's not meant to be."

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