Noah looked at me, unsure . That makes the two of us . I had no idea how good this guy was and I wasn't sure if I'd be any better .
"Oh . And you're friend has to do it left handed of course . " Baldly added . "You specifically said he would . "
My eyes widen as I tilted my head at Noah . Why is this getting worse . I'm not completely ambidextrous . I always like to try to go righty first in order to get comfortable first .
Noah gave me a weak smile . "Yes . Left handed . It's all the same for Jakey here . "
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The guys laughed, but not like it was funny . More like it was amusing that Noah could talk so much smack . Which was impressive, especially he's bragging for me and not even for himself .
"I'll even go first . " Tyler put a helmet on and walked over to the 100mph cage . He went right on in since there wasn't a line . The rest of us followed to stand just outside the cage in order to watch . Noah stood next to the three and I stayed on the other side of him, still wary of the strangers .
"Stop looking so nervous . This guy doesn't even look any better than the one we saw in the 85 cage . " Noah nudged me .
"I'm a pitcher . " A voice said from the other side of Noah .
Noah grinned at me sheepishly . "Semantics . They're from the same team . Can they really be so different?"
A loud clank came from the cage . I looked just in time to see the ball hit the netting beyond the machine . "That's one . " The baldy stated . Tyler had already put the token in and started on his twelve pitches . He was in the righty's box, looking lean and mean .
"Hit . Hit . Hit . Miss . Foul . Hit . Hit . Foul . Foul . Hit . Foul . " The baldy called out every swing . Tyler's swing was nice and solid, with almost no holes or faults . Definitely not a normal high school player . He turned to us . "That's eleven out of twelve . "
"You mean seven . " Noah's eyes narrowed . "There was definitely only seven hits . "
The baldy grinned down at us . "We agreed on connections . In order to foul tip, the bat has to connect with the ball . "
"That's some bs . You're basically taking advantage of us! Don't you have any shame facing a couple of freshmen?" Noah finally started to show the worry and tension I've been feeling since the beginning .
"Don't talk shit, if you can't back it up . " The baldy's smile looked evil, perfect for a villainous upperclassmen .
"But-" Noah tried to continue his complaints, but I nudged him . He turned to me raising an eyebrow . "You have no objections now?"
"No . " I whispered . If fouls can count as connections then that's no problem at all . Foul tipping is easy . I practiced that all the time . Especially when I got bored of hitting the same speed over and over .
Noah studied my face, looking for a trace of assurance . He nodded once to himself . Then patted my helmet . "Good . Good . I knew I could count on you . Go win us some money so we can play some more . "
I nodded back . I stepped into the empty cage and took a look on the outside . The four were taller, older, and no doubt probably better at baseball . But the batting cages aren't baseball . Not real baseball anyways . It's just me, my bat, and the machine . Nothing else is needed . No reliance on other players . No wide variety of pitches . No change ups headed my way .
I put my last token in and stepped into the lefty's box, feeling a faint smile growing on my lips .
Chapter end
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