I Think I Love Him

Chapter 1

I leaned up against the fence in the dugout, watching my other teammates get up to bat. I was up after Kendall.

I quickly rummaged through my bag to find my helmet and batting gloves that I had thrown in there somewhere. I didn't think the game would go into the 7th inning. We were behind by 2 runs.

Kendall walked up to the plate casually. Honestly, she didn't have as much pressure as I did. It didn't matter if she got out, because even if she did, there would be only 2 outs, and if I would get out, the game would be over. The score would be 6-4..them.

Kendall hit a base hit directly over second base. The run scored, and the fate of the game was up to me. The score was now 6-5.

Kendall was waiting on first. I needed a good hit. I walked up to the plate, trying to ignore how fast my heart was beating, due to how nervous I was. I lined myself up in the batter's box and anxiously waited for the pitcher to pitch the ball.

The first pitch flew by me.

"STRIKE." the umpire yelled.

I backed out of the box and glanced at my coach, who was giving me the sign to hit away.

I stepped back into the box. The next pitch was a ball. And then another ball. And then a strike.

My count was 2-2, two balls and two strikes. The next pitch was a ball, making it three balls and two strikes.

"Crap." I said, underneath my breath.

I got my perfect pitch, not too high and inside, and I smacked the ball into left field. Instantly, I dropped my bat and ran like my life depended on it. By the time I got to second base, the ball hadn't even been thrown into the infield yet, so I looked at my coach, who was signaling me to run down to third base.

I ran as fast as I could, and slid into third base to dodge the tag from the girl playing third. That's when I saw the ball being thrown over the girl's head. I pushed myself up from the ground and ran home. Once my foot touched the base, my whole team came running out and cheered for me.

I was the winning run.

It's a good feeling. Actually, it's the best feeling. When you're the winning run, nothing else matters. Nobody focuses on the errors your team made in the field. Nobody gets upset if they struck out during the game.

None of it matters because you won the game. Your team won the freaking game.

Our team excitedly lined up to say good game to the other team. Our rivals, actually. The Lakeview Lions.

We were the Westlake Warriors.

After our game, I walked past many people who were congratulating me on my successful in the park home run.

Then I came across Dylan, who had been watching the game with some of his baseball teammates. I'm guessing his game just finished.

"And so Fields wins the game for the team again." he joked as I walked up to him.

I jokingly took a bow and he gave me a quick hug and congratulated me.

"How did your game go?" I asked.

"Pretty well, actually. I didn't get a home run though, but I got a double." he joked.

"Hey, that's still good! What was the final score?"

"4-2." he sighed.

"Why do you sound so upset? Ugh, I swear, you're so hard on yourself sometimes, Dyl." I said.

"What? I didn't do the best I could tonight!" he responded.

"YOU GOT A DOUBLE!" I laughed.

"Yeah, and I also struck out." he said, obviously letting that upset him.

"Dylan, come on! It's a team sport! I'm sure you aren't the only one who made an error! Don't focus on the errors, focus on the fact that you hit a DOUBLE! that's awesome!" I replied, trying my best to cheer him up.

It must have worked because he worked up the effort to show his adorable little smirk.

"Somehow, you always find a way to cheer me up." he smirked.

"I know." I smiled.

After our team met up after the game and our coach talked to our team about our amazing comeback and how we have practice tomorrow but not Friday, I found Dylan in the line at the concession stand.

"What are you getting?" I asked, coming up from behind him.

He turned around frightened by the sudden sound of my voice.

"Oh, um maybe a hot dog or something." he answered.

"I think I know what might sound better." I grinned.

"I think I know what you're thinking." he said, smiling.

"and what might that be?" I giggled.

"Dairy Queen?" he smirked.

"What are you? Some kind of mind reader?" I joked. Dylan immediately walked out of the long line at the concession stands and we both walked to his car.

"Did you drive yourself here?" he asked.

"My mom actually dropped me off." I replied.

"Why didn't she stay and watch?"

"Work." I sighed.

"Oh." he replied.

I stepped into his car and he turned his keys to start the car.

"And off to Dairy Queen we go." he smirked, as he backed out of the parking space and onto the main road.

~so, how do you like it so far? ik it's only the first chapter, but believe me, it gets WAY better :) make sure to vote for more chapters!