The Only Rule

It was the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, and Dominic was at bat. Tyler and Liam, each standing on one of the bases, grinned amusedly. "He's gonna do it," Tyler shouted, his eyes locked on Dom in amusement. "I can feel it."

"Of course, he is," Liam grinned from the other base. "He's got someone to impress."

As expected, the guy played up the moment, twirling the bat like a showoff. When he was done, he scanned the crowd.. until his eyes found yours. A quick wink from him made you scoff, and next to you, Talia and her friend freaked out.

"Oh my God, did I just see what I just saw?!" Talia squealed.

"That cocky guy," you muttered, shaking your head.

Talia nudged you. "You think your boy's got this?"

Rolling your eyes, a smirk creeped as you said, "He's not my boy, Tal," but you glanced back toward Dominic. Seeing him getting into position with determination on his posture, your smirk gradually turned into a small smile as you said, "But yeah, I think he does."

The pitch came—a fastball, cutting through the air like a bullet.

Crack!

The bat connected with the ball in a perfect, clean hit. The crowd erupted in wild cheers as the ball soared high over the outfield fence, a home run to win the game. Dominic ran the bases as his teammates rushed out of the dugout, waiting to celebrate at home plate as the announcer's voice boomed through the stadium speakers,

"Ladies and gentlemen, Dominic Hunt wins it for Stanford!"

As Dominic rounded third base, he lifted his gaze from the ground, scanning the crowd—and there you were.

You stood, clapping, a huge grin lighting up your face. Without thinking, Dom veered off his path after crossing home plate, jogging straight toward you.

Tyler and Liam watched, smirking. "Here~ we go," Tyler muttered, nudging Liam.

The team was still celebrating, the crowd still roaring, but Dominic didn't care. He gestured toward you and your friends, motioning to come down. You exchanged a look with Talia, who was bubbling with excitement. "Go! Go!" Talia urged, pushing you forward till you reluctantly made your way down, along with enthusiastic nudging of your friends.

In the middle of the field, Hunt was being lifted by his teammates, Tyler joining him in the air, with the crowd vibing off the energy of the win. When he was finally set down, laughing with his teammates, he suddenly remembered what—or rather who—he was looking for.

His eyes found you, now in the field, clapping along with the girls. Without wasting another second, he made his way toward you with a big grin on his face, chest still heaving from the adrenaline of the game. Face to face now, Dominic stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear 'em.

"Wanna give 'em a show?"

"N—now?" you stammered, eyes darting around in panic. But before you could even process what he meant, the crowd erupted into a chant: "KISS! KISS! KISS!"

You snapped your head around in surprise, spotting Talia and June leading the charge, clapping and cheering. Frantically, you made a tone it down gesture, while Dominic still had his big grin on his face—chuckling, shaking his head at the whole absurdity. Across the field, Tyler and Liam joined in, grinning and hyping up the rest of the crowd—making the chants grow louder.

Letting out a scoff of disbelief— still, you couldn't hide the amused smile that crept onto your face. When a mischievous glint flashed in your eyes as you shrugged playfully. Dominic's lopsided grin widened, and in one swift movement, he leaned in, and you closed the gap.