67 The Weekend 12 (1/2)

After talking it out with Noah and getting more baseball information, I felt more relaxed. He helped me straighten my thoughts out and I was thankful for it. He told me the boys probably ordered a pizza from the snack bar and got the food by now, so we should hurry back.

He was accurate with his assumption. The three were sitting at a round table chomping on an extra-large pizza, water bottles all over the place. They stopped eating as we approached the table. Noah sat down and looked at me, expectantly.

I took a deep breath and looked Zeke in the eye. ”I want to hit.”

The twins jaws dropped.

Zeke gave a simple nod. ”Yes, I know. But it all depends on the situation. You have to look at who is pitching: are they good or bad? Do they have endurance? Would a hit on the first pitch throw them off? Or on the fifteenth pitch? There's a lot to take in account during games.”

Noah rolled his eyes. ”A simple yes would have sufficed. Jake likes to hit. You should have explained that you don't want him to foul off every pitch all the time.”

Zeke frowned. ”No, that would probably make pitchers angry and throw at you. Today was just practice.”

I crumbled to my seat. Practice. Again. I thought today was for relaxation and hanging out. The twins laughed at my heartbroken expression.

”You really surprised us though.” Kyle passed me a plate with pizza. ”I didn't expect you to snap like that, at all.”

I turned red, ashamed of how I acted, letting my emotions get the better of me.

Dave nodded along to Kyle's words. ”Yea, no kidding. Only Zeke can piss off a mute so much that he'll speak aloud.”

Noah frowned. ”Jake isn't a mute.”

Dave waved him off. ”Yea, sure. He's pretty damn close. Normal people talk more in an hour than he does in a week.”

Noah glared, then he pouted at Zeke. ”Dave is bullying Jake. I think the only compensation we need would be ice cream.” Zeke got the stern look on his face, making me shrink in my seat. ”Look, you too! Ice cream or I tell mom you almost made Jake upset enough to run away.” Blackmail. No surprise there.