"What the fuck . You think this brat can do better? We play varsity for our high school, not some pick up ball in the park . " The bald guy didn't sound happy at all . I'm surprised he didn't just start throwing a punch at Noah's smug face .
"Yea? So what? We do too!" Noah pulled me closer .
We what? No, no, no . I shook my head, trying to claim innocence . I've never played on a team before, let alone played in a game .
Noah glanced at me . "No need to hide it, Jake . We got this . " Got what! I don't understand this kid at all . He can obviously see my discomfort, but he keeps trying to pick a fight .
"Oh? Want to make a wager then?" The guy was smirking like we were easy prey .
Advertisement"Sure . I hope you're good sports after eating a loss . " Noah had no intentions to back down . I kept shaking my head so much, I started to feel dizzy .
"Seems like your friend is wimping out to me . " He laughed .
Noah gave my shoulder a squeeze . "He just doesn't like taking on bets since people will think that we're hustling them . "
My jaw dropped . Damn . This kid .
"No problem here . Just sounds like boasting me . Ten dollars on who can connect on more pitches . " The guy proposed .
"Fifty . " Noah countered .
"A kid like you has fifty on him?" He asked, doubtful .
Noah shrugged . "Nope, not on me . But, I have that much faith in my buddy here . " Who exactly is your buddy??
"You bet what you have . There's no credit on a gamble . " He stated firmly through clenched teeth .
Noah took his arm off me and slung his bag in front of him . He started to pull out what money he could . A few dollars here and there . "I've got 12 . "
The guy whipped out a leather wallet and pulled out the same amount . "Deal . Let's go . Your friend versus mine . " He abruptly turned and went back to his group .
I frowned at Noah as he put his backpack back on .
Noah just grinned . "This is great . Easy money . He's basically throwing it at us . "
I shook my head . Sounds more like the guy wants to take revenge on Noah for his trash talking . "We should just go . " I mumbled .
"It's too late to back out now . I don't want to just hand over my last 12 dollars without even trying . Come on, just this once . We'll leave right after so we can avoid them . Pleaseeee?"
I rolled my eyes at his pleading . "Fine . "
Noah laughed, cheerfully, and started to drag me to the four guys . "I knew I could count on you Jake . You've already proven you could do 85mph so it'll be easygoing . "
"Easy?" The bald one scoffed . "I didn't say we would do the 85 . We should obviously do the most challenging at 100 . My friend, Tyler, will be going for us . He's our cleanup hitter so it's only natural that he would represent our school . " He nodded towards a slender but lean man on his left . He had short brown hair and a sharp cheek bones .
I looked at Noah, worried . 100 mph? I've never consecutively hit that . Ever .
Noah's face twitched, fighting off a scowl . "We never agreed to 100mph . We came from the 85 cage and you guys are standing in front of said cage . It's only reasonable we stick to where we're at . " I nodded . Finally, this kid is talking sense .
"I didn't do the 85 cage . " Tyler smirked . "Why should we do the speed your friend is already accustomed to?"
"We only agreed to whoever makes the most contact . " Baldy followed up . "You're the one talking smack, so I pick the speed . "
Chapter end
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