It was our last game and my team was back on the field again and once again Ashley was up to bat. Where did she plan on hitting me with the ball next? My fucking crotch? I thought as she dug her shoes into the white diamond plate. She gave me a smirk and Jordan, the pitcher, pitched her a ball. It was good and it was headed right towards me. You know if I wasn’t the one taking a personal beating with the ball, id say this girl hits like a fucking pro. Well this time the ball missed my head and crotch and clipped my fucking shoulder, which don’t be fooled… it hurt like a mother fucker. Ashley smiled triumphantly and that was it. I took my mitt off and threw it on the ground, dust from the diamond wafting up and causing Chelsea to cough wildly. I had had enough! I began walking quickly towards home plate.

Chelsea: And she’s off.

I heard Chelsea say from the distance. As I reached Ashley she developed this innocent look on her face.

Ashley: What?

She asked hands in the air, smirk playing lightly on her face. I didn’t waste any time.

Spencer: Ok we are doing this now.

I said snatching her by the arm and pulling her off to the side.

Spencer: Mrs. Kingsley this will only take a minute. Continue without us.

I said and Mrs. Kingsley shook her head. When I had drug Ashley aside far enough to be out of ear shot, I threw her arm out of my grasp violently. My high was completely gone, quickly replaced with boiling anger.

Spencer: You care to tell me what the fuck is your problem Ashley? You want to talk? Tell me how you’re feeling? Go ahead! Right now!

I said and she laughed.

Ashley: Ok I will and Ill start by saying that I think it is fucked up that you slept with another girl behind my back.

And there it was again. I threw my hands up in the air, utterly defeated.

Spencer: How many times do I have to fucking reiterate it to you? I did not sleep with her. We are just friends. That is all. Do I have to hit you over the head with it?