Motherfuckers work fast.
Chapter 4
Beck
Today’s the day. Our final game in the World fucking Series. We all handle game days differently. Some of us have strict game day superstitions and others are a little more lax with it, but today is different. Everyone seems to be on edge…well, except me.
Nerves? Yeah, those don’t exist for me on the ballfield. Outside the game, they definitely do, but not here. Not in my uniform. It’s been six grueling games of equal wins and loses that’s led us to game seven, but frankly I’ve never felt more confident.
Adjusting my hat outside the guest locker room, I can already hear the crowd. Then I hear the flashes of a camera.
“I think you’re the only one giving me decent candids today,” Callie says with a laugh.
“Oh, I’m so telling Will. Have your camera ready, I want candid pictures of his reaction.”
“Trust me, my man’s plenty photogenic.” Callie lets her camera hang on its strap as she walks up to me. “I meant you’re the only one not looking like a robot about to take over the world.”
Humph.She’s not wrong. My lax attitude might come off as cocky or uncaring, but anyone who thinks that is wrong.
“We deserve to be here. I’m not too stressed about something I know we earned the right to have.”
Callie hums. “You know, I couldn’t have related to words less at the beginning of this season, but now?—”
“Now you see how fucking awesome you are.”
Callie hits my shoulder. “More like how awesome I am when I’m with the right people. People who actually care.”
“Crazy concept, isn’t it?”
“It sure is, but also quite simple when I think about it.” Callie looks at her watch. “I’m going to go talk to Will in the bullpen before I head to the field. Don’t forget, Luce is counting on you guys to win this bet to get Dex playing again.”
I let out ahumphin amusement. “That fucker’s gonna play whether we win or lose.”
“I thought the same thing. So maybe we win for us instead?” Callie holds up her hand for a high-five.
I lightly clap my hand to hers. “Hell yeah, we will. Now, go, or you’ll be late for your and Will’s not-so-secret pregame closet make-out session you think we all don’t know about.”
Callie waves me off then turns to walk away. “Oh, we know you all know, we just don’t care.”
Yeah, I should’ve figured that. “Have fun,” I holler over my shoulder.
“I will!” she yells back.
I shake my head as my phone vibrates in my back pocket. Shit, I’ve got to put that away before I head to the dugout. Pulling it out, I see I have the best texts.
Dad
Mom’s had a great day. We’re sitting down now to watch and she’s so excited.
Jenni-cakes
Don’t make me regret this.
*picture of poster with writing in all caps: My Stalker is Playing in the World Series*
My thumbs type and erase several messages to Jensen, teasing her for not coming to LA with us first before ultimately switching to respond to my dad.
Happy to hear. Now wish me luck and call me tomorrow when you can.
