229 Stanford University: Friday 5 (2/2)

Nick looked surprised. ”You all don't want to see the school? Take a look around? Maybe stop at the cafeteria for ice cream?”

”Why?” Noah shrugged. ”We're not going to college any time soon. Plus, this might not be the college we would even want to pick. Let's see the field.” He looked at me. ”Did you bring your reaction ball?”

I nodded and patted my pocket. I leaned closer to him to whisper. ”But, can we stop for ice cream?”

Noah gave me a smile, then turned serious as he faced the concerned citizen and friend. ”We agree to stop for ice cream. Then the field. We even have the reaction ball to play with for a little while.”

”Ice cream?” Kyle rolled his eyes. ”Why waste our free time? I want to see the field. You and Jake may not be thinking about college just yet, but I am.”

”With your grades?” Noah scoffed.

”Alright, let's do this then.” Nick interrupted them before the bickering started. ”Shawn can take the older two to the field, while I take you kids for ice cream in the cafeteria.”

”We're not kids.” Noah huffed. ”We have names.”

”Eh?! I want ice cream too!” Dave glanced at Kyle. ”We'll see you later loser.”

Shawn, the other guy, walked Kyle one way, while Nick led us the other way. Nick, true to his responsible personality, pointed out certain buildings and notable landmarks of the school as we walked to the cafeteria. The cafeteria had a self-serve frozen yogurt machine. The three of us grabbed cones and started to pick our ice cream of choice. Nick paid and then stated he would take us to the field.

”Mind you, this is the field we play on for games so if someone is working on the grounds, then you can't step on it. You'll have to just settle for looking from the dugout.” He explained. They did have a game tomorrow so it was understandable.

”Yea, that's fine.” Noah licked his ice cream. ”I just want to really get a feel for how different it is from our own.”

”Ah, I remember the first time I stepped onto a bigger field back in high school. What an experience.” Nick reminisced. ”The first time playing on such a field, I thought I would never hit the ball out of the park ever again.”

Noah snorted. ”What a braggart. Are you even officially on the team?”

Nick smirked. ”If you must know, I'm the vice captain.”

”No joke?” Dave asked. ”That's pretty cool. I bet Bradley Thompson is the captain though, right?”

”Well...yes.” Nick deflated a little. ”But its really me that handles the team to make sure they're not slacking off.”

”Yea, because you're only good at nagging.” Noah laughed.

I tried not to give in, but still cracked a smile. I focused on the chocolate frozen yogurt in my cone as we walked to the stadium.