47 Tryout 7 (1/2)

The coach looked at me, impressed.

”He can't hit a homerun obviously.” Mr. Miller joined us. He looked down at me, making me nervous. I took a slight step back. ”And he doesn't have a backbone.”

Noah crosses his arms in front of his chest. ”He doesn't need one with me around. The point is, he can hit well. Very well.”

Mr. Miller looked at me. ”Can you at least bunt?”

I pointed at the first and third base line.

”Are you asking us which side? Or telling us, you can hit both sides? The lack of communication between players and coaches are very important. How are we going to keep taking time out of practice to play charades with you?” The other assistant coach joined us. I think it was coach Luis.

I tugged at Noah's sleeve, feeling pressured by the man. Even Coach Wilcox and Mr. Miller frowned at him.

Noah glared at Coach Luis”Jake obviously said he could do both. If you keep bringing up his muteness, I'll tell my mom and dad.” Apparently this Coach has said something while I was hitting against Garret.

”Luis, I don't think you're being very appropriate. Why don't you let me make the decisions here.” Coach Wilcox made a stand. He looked at me. ”So you can bunt?” I nodded. ”How about fielding?”

”The basics.” Noah answered for me. ”He can play second so we'll be able to work together.”

”How basic?” Mr. Miller asked.

”Let's find out.” Noah rubber his nose, trying to hide a smile. ”Jake hasn't actually played in a game before.”

”What!?” All three coaches exclaimed.