I followed the boys through the garage to their Dodge Durango . Zeke was already in the drivers seat, turning the car . The twins were putting baseball bags into the trunk .
I forgot my bat upstairs! I started to head back in, but Noah grabbed a hold of me . He pointed at his bag in the trunk . "I put your glove and bat with mine . We'll share for right now . I also packed some old cleats of mine that you could use for now . "
I sighed with relief .
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"We keep our baseball stuff in the trunk so after school we'll go straight to the car to grab it before practice . " Noah rolled his eyes . "Zeke parks all the way by the fields, so walking through the parking lot in the morning is slightly annoying . "
I didn't get it, but I nodded along anyways . Then we piled into the car . Dave snatched the front passenger seat, forcing Kyle to the back with us . Even though there was a third row, we three, stayed in the middle since it wouldn't be a long ride . Thankfully Noah sat between me and Kyle so I wouldn't feel very anxious .
Zeke turned up the radio to drown out the twins bickering and off we went . When they said it was a short drive, they meant it . Within ten minutes, the high school appeared in sight . It was in the middle of a residential neighborhood, but stood out as the gym took a lot of space up front and had 'Watsonville High School' written on it . How generic .
Zeke drove through the entrance and went to a back parking lot, circling the school, giving me a good look . It wasn't overly huge, just midsized . There looked to be a couple of main buildings and then some portable classrooms added on the edges . In the back of the school looked to be the athletics area . There was outdoor basketball courts, tennis courts, and a pool beside the gym . Then further down was the football fields and baseball fields . Surprisingly there was two of each .
I tugged on Noah's sleeve and pointed outside the window as we passed by the first set of fields and drove to the second set . The baseball field and football field were only separated by the outfield fence .
"This lower field is for varsity . " Noah said . "Hence why Zeke parks all the way down here . That football field is where varsity soccer and football practice, but they play their games at the stadium a couple blocks away . The upper fields are for freshmen and junior varsity teams to practice and play games . "
After Zeke finally parked, we got out of the car . The older three started walking towards the school without a glance to us .
Noah held me back and pointed at their baseball field . It was totally decked out with dugouts, stands, lights, and pitching mounds to the side for warming up . "Practice is here everyday after school from 3-6 . We also play our home games here so they have a caretaker for the field itself . "
They don't have to do cleanup and take care of the field themselves? How fancy . Even though the school isn't huge or a private school, they could still afford something like a caretaker? Nice .
"I'm not a caretaker, Noah Atkins . I'm the field manager . " A voice said from behind us .
I jumped, totally startled, and we turned to face where the voice came from . A middle aged man in a 'WHS' baseball cap was sitting on a golf cart .
"Right, right . I forget sometimes . " Noah placated . "Jake this is Mr . Miller, the field manager . Mr . Miller, this is Jake, my foster brother . He's going to join the team today . "
Chapter end
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