Laurens little visit turned my day around. I was in moody mood earlier before Lauren arrived. This bitch ass dude kept hitting on me, well actually my ass. He would never leave me alone. He was staring at me while I was talking to me while I was touching Lauren. But I mean who wouldn't? Lauren had a major glo up like dayum. I want some of her😋
But I can't because of Camila's stubborn ass. She won't admit she still likes Lauren but I could tell because she's been obviously avoiding shawn, ever since Lauren left. That prick.
"Hey Ariana." A voice boomed in my head. I turned around following the voice.
"Hey! How are you Mila?"
"Nothing, I'm exhausted. Boss threw a case at our crew."
"Really? What about?"
"Some dead Sergeant that we found floating in the ocean here..."
I immediately tensed. Isn't that Lauren's and her gangs case?
"You okay there Ariana?" I snapped out.
"Yeah yeah I just was just thinking yah know." I gave her a warm smile.
"You scared me for a second there-" She chuckled. "Anyways we gotta get ready, we're, for once, going on land instead of water. You getting ready?"
"Uh yeah of course." I replied with a smile and she left.
This is gonna be one interesting case...
Lauren's Pov (Just imagine.This is what Dinah and Lauren are wearing.)
"Fair Ball!" The umpire said at 3rd
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Base and I hit a hard one over the heads of the out-fielders. I sprinted to 1st, then rounded second taking a look at the outfield as they try to grab the softball but fumble landing on the floor. I went all the way home scoring a homerun.
My team ran up to me and bear hugged me. Us winning another game.
Dinah ran up and patted my helmet on my head. "That was a bomb ass hit Laur, nice job man!"
"Thanks Dinah! But that bunt you hit earlier was definitely the best bunt I've seen since high school. You got to 3rd!"
"Thanks! I've been working on it."
Yeah yeah, Dinah and I play softball. Big whoop I get it, it turns you on and you wanna see our butts and all. But yeah, it's like a grown women's league. It's nice.
My phone starts to ring violently on the wooden bench. I wipe my dirty hands on my softball pants, leaving marks on it. Doesn't matter I'll wash it later.
