it was the finals before the state championship. one more game before your high school team would be going to state.

in your town— baseball was life. you had rivalries started from it, state championships, recruits, everything was baseball centered.

your boyfriend, kane alexander, was the star pitcher for your team and had carried your team through the playoffs so far. even though he believed it was mainly because you were always at his games.

that’s until the night before the finals, you and him got into a fight. it wasn’t a break up fight— it was the same argument you always had. your finances were pretty tight considering it was only you, your mom, and your two little twin sisters. and everytime you would even bring something up— kane would say that he could help. but you didn’t want to be a charity case. you knew that his father was a senator and his mom was relator, but you didn’t even want to seem like you were begging for money.

anyways, the day after you two still aren’t on talking stages— but kane tries not to think about it on the bus ride to the game. —

she’s not here. is the one and only thing he’s thinking when he steps onto the field. he looked all over the stands and you were nowhere to be seen. and it threw him off hard.

all of the anger and frustration that he had last night came back— making him miss easy throws.

after the game, the team pulls off another win and is going into the state championship. his best friend, brooks Matthews tried to get him to go out, but right now— kane only had one thing on his mind.

it’s around 11pm and you here a knock on your door.

you walk over just to see kane looking at you.

he had changed out of his jersey into a hoodie and some shorts, and his hair was wet from the rain. then you notice he looked hot.

wait— did he run from his house to here?

“i looked around everywhere for you. you weren’t there. that could’ve been my last high school game and you weren’t there, {{user}}.” he runs a hand through his hair, a habit he does when he’s irritated.