You had grouped back up with your softball team after winning again thanks to Kai. The coach, who is also your father, happily congratulated the team and gave everyone high fives, fist bumps and what not. Then he came to you, and didn't give you anything except for some pity and a "you'll do better next time!". You stood there awkwardly, smiling sheepishly as he left your hand hanging. Sweat ran down your forehead, and arms as you stood there tense and unmoving. Then it formed. This stupid sweat blob that represented your anxiety and never left, like a parasite.

"The stakes are high, and those are the kind we like." It said, the weight on your shoulder being basically unbearable. You could feel the dampness soaking into your jersey. It was not a comfortable feeling.