Math went nothing like what I expected . The twins didn't torture or terrorize me . After I did their homework, they didn't bug me at all . I took notes and they played on their phones . They didn't even open their books . After class, they even helped me get back to Noah's locker before going to their own class .
Noah and I exchanged our books and went to our last class of the day, health . Apparently it was only for freshmen and it only lasted a semester . The rest of the time would be physical education or another elective if you played a sport . For example, since his brothers played baseball for the school, instead of p . e . , they took a computer coding class .
Health was held in the gym with about fifty kids in the bleachers as a coach spoke about human anatomy and physiology . Noah had us sit near the back and didn't even bother to pay attention . He just started to talk to me .
Advertisement"How did math go? Did you understand? Did the twins do anything mean to you?" He quizzed me .
"Fine . Yes . Not really . " I whispered .
He nodded, satisfied . "Good . I was worried the whole time . Now let's discuss our game plan for this afternoon . "
I let out a sigh, making sure he knew that I didn't have the confidence he had .
"Now, now . Don't be such a pessimist . Hitting is your thing . That's what we emphasize . Zeke and the coach will probably have a few pitchers to go up against you . Maybe even the twins since Zeke took the bet . "
My eyebrows shot up . The twins were pitchers?
Noah rolled his eyes . "Don't be too impressed . They really only pitch to contact, and aren't very fast compared to a machine . Maybe 85 mph at most . They don't have any special pitches except a change-up . You have good timing so I'm not worried about them . " He took a deep breath . "The real challenge would be against a junior named Garret Knudsen . He's our ace . He's a lefty that has a really good cut fastball . "
I raised my a hand to stop . "Cut?"
Noah nodded . He pulled a notebook out of his bag and flipped to a blank sheet . He drew the pitchers mound and batters box . "Look here . So when a lefty pitches a cut fastball, it comes inside for a righty's swing, jamming him and making the ball pop up or go foul . " He drew a path to show how the pitch would look .
I pointed at the lefty's box .
"That's right . You'll have to switch to left for him . Especially if you don't want him to break your bat . A cut fastball is known for breaking wooden bats in the pros . As for speed, Garret throws a max of 85 mph as well, but he has way better control . " He looked up from the book . "If you think you can't get a hit, just foul it off . Preferably wide so they can't get you on a foul pop-up . Understand?"
I nodded . I could foul pitches very easily . I don't know if that's a talent, but it's the closest I can get to one .
"Good . I already let it slipped that you can switch hit, but they don't know that you're equally dominant so just pretend to be a righty until Garret comes up . " He flipped the page and started to draw bases . "Now onto fielding . You know the basics right?"
I shrugged . I practiced throwing fly balls to myself and occasionally I would get another player to roll me grounders, but never at game speed .
"Okay, this is what we're going to do . " He circled the shortstop position . "That's me . " Then he circled the second baseman position . "This will be you . "
Chapter end
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