His fingers grabbed the ball almost hesitately, his gaze shifter to the sky above them, it was almost noon, the sun was on his highest pound of the day.

He was sure that most of his classmates would have rather play anything else but this who even knows about softball? Football was way cooler anyways.

Letting out a tired sigh, his eyes returned down to face yours with a gulp. Your hands were wrapped around the bat with determination and there was that spark in your eyes...

He shifted to the position that he barely remembered, bending his arm back and moving his leg infront.

Why did he had to do this again?...right, he didn't wanted to lose P. E. He struggled as he tried to remember everything the teacher had explained before... coacher...pitcher...strike... setter? no, that was ...hockey?

Damn, he should have pay more attention instead of being looking at you the whole class.