Chapter 3
I
catch her before our game, though, and walk with her to the buses. She’s got
her gear on, but her hat’s missing, and her hair is down, swaying as she walks.
It’s so long now, it nearly reaches her butt. Her, um, nice butt. Wow, with the
softball uniform you can really see the shape and everything. I shake my head
and jog up to her.
“You
still mad?” I call out like an ass. What else should I say?
She
turns on me and narrows her eyes.
“Okay,
yes. You got a ballpark for me yet?”
“Yankee
Stadium,” she deadpans and digs in her bag, pulling out an apple and taking a
massive bite.
“Got
one of those for me?” I know she does; she always does.
“Not
today,” she mumbles.
“Hey,
Bella, come on. This sucks. I miss you.”
Mr. Right by A Rocket to the Moon
Maybe I'm your Mr. Right
Baby, maybe I'm the one you like
Maybe I'm a shot in the dark
And you're the morning light
Whoa
Maybe this is sad but true
Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose
You could be the best of me
When I'm the worst for you
You can always change your mind
And you, can't change mine
No you can't change mine
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