17 Trouble 2 (1/2)

”What the fuck. You think this brat can do better? We play varsity for our high school, not some pick up ball in the park.” The bald guy didn't sound happy at all. I'm surprised he didn't just start throwing a punch at Noah's smug face.

”Yea? So what? We do too!” Noah pulled me closer.

We what? No, no, no. I shook my head, trying to claim innocence. I've never played on a team before, let alone played in a game.

Noah glanced at me. ”No need to hide it, Jake. We got this.” Got what! I don't understand this kid at all. He can obviously see my discomfort, but he keeps trying to pick a fight.

”Oh? Want to make a wager then?” The guy was smirking like we were easy prey.

”Sure. I hope you're good sports after eating a loss.” Noah had no intentions to back down. I kept shaking my head so much, I started to feel dizzy.

”Seems like your friend is wimping out to me.” He laughed.

Noah gave my shoulder a squeeze. ”He just doesn't like taking on bets since people will think that we're hustling them.”

My jaw dropped. Damn. This kid.

”No problem here. Just sounds like boasting me. Ten dollars on who can connect on more pitches.” The guy proposed.

”Fifty.” Noah countered.

”A kid like you has fifty on him?” He asked, doubtful.

Noah shrugged. ”Nope, not on me. But, I have that much faith in my buddy here.” Who exactly is your buddy??

”You bet what you have. There's no credit on a gamble.” He stated firmly through clenched teeth.