Curve Ball

May
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I wake up on my own accord, which I knew was going to happen in the first place. Alarms don't do shit for me when I'm set on sleeping the day away, which happens to be my favorite activity. Speaking of which, what time is it anyway?

7:14 PM

Well there's that I guess. I sit up in bed and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I check my notifications to find a text from Savannah.

average blonde bitch
17m ago
if you ever decide to wake up, we left to go to the boys' house. we tried to wake you up but then you mumbled something about killing us in our sleeps if we didn't leave you alone. we just got here. not a party. just the softball & baseball team.

I groan and fall back onto my pillow. Do I really want to go socialize right now? Sleep still sounds pretty nice right about now. But I know Savannah would kill me if I left her alone with Lukas and Veronica as they chew each other's faces off.

I get out of bed, against my own wishes. I strip out of my pajamas and for the second time today, scrounge the ground for clothes. I really need to clean this place up. I settle my eyes on navy blue shorts that read Ole Miss Softball on one of the thighs. I slip those on and throw a red sweatshirt over my head that falls just past my ass and that matches the writing on the shorts. I spot a pair of Nike ankle socks and quickly grab those. I find my favorite pair of sneakers- that are extremely run down from how much I wear them- and hold them in my hand as I make my way downstairs. I decided to keep my hair down considering that it's been tied up all day and I can already feel a migraine coming along. I grab my keys from the bowl and tie my shoes at the front door. I slip out and make my way towards the house.

The baseball house is basically, well a house, for some of the baseball players to live in during season. It consists of mainly upperclassmen but there's a few stranglers here and there. They've had this house before I even came to Ole Miss, so I know it's been a tradition for quite a well. It houses six people and from the amount of bathrooms I've thrown up in while there, I'll have to say four.

They host a lot of parties over the two semesters that we're here for. I'm surprised they still have the house with how loud it gets, but I assume there's other college students that live on the street and can tolerate the idiots.

I come to a stop at a red light. I rolled my windows down earlier because it's beautiful outside, so my music can be heard coming from the car. I open my center console as I wait and pop a piece of gum into my mouth. I reach over to the passenger compartment and throw the wrapper into the small trash can I keep in there. I hear someone pull up next to me, so out of habit (and curiosity), I turn my head to see what the person next to me looks like. I freeze.

Homeboy is fine as fuck. His dark brown, almost black hair is tucked into a hat onto of his head, with hair spilling out the sides. Sport glasses sit on top of his hat, flipped upside down. His cheekbones and jaw are chiseled to perfection, almost as if he chipped away at them until he thought it was just right. Once I'm done admiring the features on his face, I flick my gaze to his eyes that stare back at mine.

I see a flash of green in front of me and I put my foot on the gas pedal, holding his gaze for a second longer before looking back at the road.

I've always dreamed about situations like that. Pulling up next to someone hot, catching someone's eye at a party, all the cliché shit the girls in movies get to experience. Guess I can cross that off the bucket list.

I pull up to the house, somehow getting a close spot with the amount of cars here. I'm grateful that I can't hear music coming from the house so they weren't lying about it just being a get together. I don't have the energy to party right now, much less socialize.

I open the door to be met with loud voices, almost screaming at each other. Once I cross the threshold, I see everyone crowded in the living room, or sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen.

"The crippled child is here, ladies and gentlemen," I turn to see Brooks Porter, smiling his dashing smile at me after announcing my arrival. I hear a few people turn their attention to me and say a quick hello before focusing back on the video game displayed on the TV. I walk towards Brooks, his smile getting impossibly bigger.

"How you been buddy?" I ask him as he takes a swig of the beer in his hand.

"Yanno me, getting around, drinking, failing classes,"

"Classes haven't even started dipshit,"

"Doesn't stop me from failing them," I roll my eyes and smile at his comment. "You want a drink?"

"No thanks, I drove myself here and I have an early morning tomorrow. Maybe next time,"

"More for me then," He drinks the rest of the beer and tosses it into the trash can behind me, throwing his hands up in victory when the shot is successful.

"Do you know where Savannah and Veronica went?" I question, moving my eyes through the crowd in an attempt to spot them.

"Lukas and Veronica are on the floor in front of the couch, probably fucking. I'm almost positive Savannah is with them, not 100% sure though."

"Thanks Brooks, I'll see you later?" I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. He taps his hand on mine, smiling yet again. Yeah he's definitely drunk.

"You better come say goodbye before you leave tonight. I've been missing my quality time with Queen May."

I smile back at him, promising I'll find him before I leave. I make my way around the couch, saying hi to a couple people on my way. I spot Lukas and Savannah sitting on the floor, their backs against the couch watching whatever is on TV. Veronica is in between Lukas' legs with her back against his chest and his arms snaked around her stomach. Savannah sits next to them with her arms cross across her chest. I walk up to them and mimic Veronica, leaning against Savannah.

"Sleepy beauty, welcome to the party. Did Prince Charming give you a kiss and wake you?" Lukas remarks with his stupid smirk on his face.

"You make it really hard not to slap you sometimes Lukas," I shake my head and focus on the TV.

I finally realize that they're playing Call Of Duty. The screen is split in half, each person playing getting their own side. Oh, I'd smoke these kids. They are playing my favorite version too, Cold War.

"Look at you, you're itching for a controller," Savannah commented. Well she isn't wrong.

"Yo Adam, me and Wilson call next game," Lukas says to one of the guys with the controller.

We watch the rest of the game play out. I study the guns they use, deciding it'll be best if I design my own. Their game finishes and Lukas hands me a controller. I immediately go in and create my class (gun), Lukas doing the same thing.

"Yo, May knows what she's doing," Someone acknowledges from behind me. I hear a few murmurs of agreement, seemingly now having everyone's attention. I close my class, choosing my classic Submachine with as many attachments allowed.

"Ten bucks on Wilson having a higher ratio than Lukas," Another person calls from the back.

(a/n: for those of you that don't know, a ratio is ur kill/death ratio. the higher the amount of kills you have, and the less times you die, the higher the ratio. there's other factors that play into it but those are the main two).

"Yo! Reggie man! No faith in me?" Lukas turns and throws his hands up at the alleged voice. Other people throw in their bets behind his, money going behind both Lukas and I.

Boys and their bets.

We decide to play a public game against other random players and the teams get split up in our favor; Lukas on one team, me on the other. My favorite map gets picked, Nuketown, and Team Deathmatch is the game mode.

I boot someone out of their seat on the couch so I can see the TV better and Lukas does the same. I hear the door open behind me and someone getting greeted, but the screen loads and the game starts so I focus into the match.

I'm gonna get this money.