Broken and Screwed

I had no idea what he meant, but I nodded.

As we approached the fields, they were lit and all five of them were filled with teams. The steel bleachers in between were also filled to the maximum. The fences that separated the fields from the crowd had lounge chairs lined up from the bleachers to the end of the field. A second row of lawn chairs was placed behind them.

When we stepped around the concessions, I heard my name shouted and looked around.

Eric Nathan grinned at me as he gestured from inside the concessions stand.

Ben leaned close and whispered, “I knew it was true. I heard a rumor that he wanted to ask you out since his girlfriend broke up with him. He’s making his move!”

I nudged him back and moved forward. “Hey, Eric.”

“Hi!” He had a friendly smile on his face. As he skimmed over my shoulder and saw Ben behind me, it slipped a bit. Then he ran a hand through his sandy-blonde hair. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle even more as his perfect teeth flashed me a smile. “I’m glad to see you here. I didn’t know if you’d come.”

“Right.” I frowned at him.

“Because, you know, because Hunt is the reason for tonight, but…” He frowned and heaved a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. I don’t really know what I’m talking about.”

Ben hummed behind me again. His whole body vibrated and I knew he was excited as he whispered in my ear, “He’s so cute. He likes you.”

I shoved him backwards.

“What?”

I glared at him and turned back. Erin’s frown deepened, but then he shook it off and gave me another grin. “You want a soda?”

“I would love a soda.”

And for awhile, I stayed there. Eric was nice. He was a jock from my grade with a lot of friends. Angie and Marissa would have given him the green light, but a short time later, I looked up and saw Jesse on the field. He had hit another home run. The crowd cheered as he rounded the bases. My heart faltered for a second.

There was no emotion on his face. His mouth was flat. His eyes were focused in front of him as he rounded each base. When he soared over home plate, his teammates met him and took their turn clapping him on the back. He had a smile on his face. There was no doubt about that, but it never reached his eyes. And no one else besides me would’ve known that he didn’t care if he hit zero home runs or twenty.

Then his eyes met mine and I jerked awake.

“Something wrong?” Eric asked, but his voice was at a distance.

Thirty people separated us, but it didn’t matter. Jesse stared at me and I stared back. I needed him. I hungered for him and when his eyes darkened, I knew he felt the same. Then I turned and bid my farewell to Eric. It didn’t matter how nice he was. I knew where I’d be that night. A shiver of anticipation went through me. It sizzled my skin, and I felt exhilarated as I found Angie and Marissa in a group behind the players’ seats.

Angie was on her feet, clapping loudly. “Come on, Justin! Come on. One more! One more, baby!”

Marissa smirked at me. “You’d think he was in the pros.”

Angie flashed us a glare. “Shut up. That’s my man and I’m supporting him. You all should take lessons. This is what you do when you love someone unconditionally. You clap and cheer like a mad woman and you don’t complain one bit. That’s what it’s like.”

“You look crazy?” I grinned at her.

Angie sobered, but then rolled her eyes. “Yes, or at least that’s what Justin wants. So I’m here and I’m cheering like a crazy woman. Whatever. I love that man. I’ll cheer until I get arrested if that’s what he wants.”

As I took the lawn chair beside Marissa, we watched Angie more than the game. She whooped, booed, and yelled with the best of them. I thought she was going to break out in her own cheer at one point, but when she collapsed in her lawn chair, I sighed in relief. I didn’t know if I would’ve cheered with her or hid from embarrassment.

Ben had gone to see some of his friends, but he returned for the last few innings and took the seat beside Marissa. When Justin’s team won 17 to 5, no one was surprised. Jesse had been on the team. We picked up our lawn chairs and waited to find out where the next game would prevail.

Close to midnight, I returned to the concessions stand. The line had tripled since we first arrived.

“Well, hello, Jesse’s slut!”

I froze for a split second, but turned. Casey Wright gave me a smug smirk as she stood with her friends behind her. All of them had their platinum blonde hair up in braids or styled to look cute as they wore baseball caps. And, of course, they wore tee shirts tied underneath their br**sts and low-riding jeans.

When I saw her shirt had Jesse’s number, I took a breath. What was going to happen here?

Eric had popped his head out of the concession stand when he saw me, but now he faltered. I knew he had heard her.

“What do you want, Casey?”

She snorted in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Leave Jesse alone.”

I sighed. When would she learn? “He’s going away, Casey. You have no shot.”

“And you do?”

“I never said I did.”

She snorted again and flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. Some of it trailed out from the back of her cap. Her emerald eyes were disgusted. “Are you kidding me, Alex? I told you what would happen if you got me as an enemy.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” Angie surged forward from behind me. Her hands found her hips and her lips were in a snarl. Marissa was right next to her, complete with her pigtails. Both of them looked fierce. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">