25 No Knowledge (1/2)

Noah was stunned. ”But you have a glove! And you bat so well! Any team would die to have you in their lineup! How are we going to get you on the varsity team with me? Have you practiced fielding and throwing at all? Do you know positions?”

I just shrugged in response. He was asking so many questions; I didn't know where to start.

He frowned. ”Let's start with hitting. You can obviously do that. Have you ever hit off a pitcher? A real pitcher?”

I shook my head no. At my middle school I was only allowed to use the batting cage.

”Okay. Moving on to throwing. Can you throw a baseball?” I rolled my eyes. Of course I threw the ball around with friends at school. ”Just checking. Geez, so much attitude. How about fielding?”

I looked away.

”Really, Jake? What's with that response?” Noah grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. ”What do you know about fielding?”

”Throw to first.” I mumbled.

Noah hands fell, ”Oh lord. So you don't know anything about positioning?”

”I know where each position is?”

”Have you never seen a game? Or participated in a scrimmage? Damn, did you even have a childhood.”

I flinched and my eyes started to sting. I moved away from Noah and his hurtful words. There wasn't anywhere I could go, so I climbed the bunk bed and got under the covers. I hid all the way under as I start to cry silently.

”Jake? Jake??” Noah shook my bed. ”Are you sick? Should I go get mom? Hold on!” I head him run out of the room.

I didn't want his mom. Or mine. Or any mom for that matter. I just wanted to be alone.

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