34 Classes 3 (1/2)

Mr. Miller looked me up and down, clearly not impressed with what he saw. ”Another freshmeat?”

”Freshman like me.” Noah corrected. ”But he's going to be the best hitter we have, just watch.”

”I doubt it. He doesn't even have the frame to hit homeruns.” Mr. Miller scoffed.

”Baseball isn't all about homeruns.” Noah three an arm around my shoulders. ”Just watch practice after school. You'll see how amazing this kid is.”

”Uh-huh. Sure.” He looked at me. ”Do you not talk?”

”I do all the talking for him.” Noah pulled me closer. ”You gonna give us a ride to the office after being so rude to a kid?”

Mr. Miller rolled his eyes. ”Blackmailing an adult will get you in more trouble than you can imagine one of these days.”

I looked up at Noah, worried.

Noah just dragged me to the golf cart and pushed me on. Then he sat next to me. ”Thanks for the advice Mr. Miller. I'll keep it in mind for next time.”

Mr. Miller just shook his head, but didn't say anything. He started to drive the cart.

”Don't worry about Mr. Miller.” Noah patted his shoulder. ”He sounds and looks like a grump, but he's super nice. One time he saw the twins bullying me and sprayed them with the hose.”

”I sprayed you too.” Mr. Miller cut in. ”You three were on the freshly planted grass. Have some self awareness.”