327 Game: @ Quincy High School 4 (1/2)

The second inning started with Sean at the plate, Chris on deck, and Tony in the hole. As they moved around to grab their gear and go, I settled into my seat and put the sweatshirt across my lap for a little extra warmth. All the excitement of the inning distracted me from the cold, but after the adrenaline dies down and there's not anything to do, the cold was creeping back in.

”How ya feeling, Jake?” Drew stopped before me.

”Not sick.” I told him. Unlike last time, I wasn't very dizzy or nauseous. ”I think I'm doing okay.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

”More than okay!” Noah tacked on. ”Didn't you see my boy here score our only run, and be moving all over the field??”

Drew chuckled. ”Yes, he's playing quite well today. Keep it up.” He nodded towards the far end of the dugout. ”I'll be over with Julian, if you need me.”

”How is Julian?” Noah blurted, holding Drew in place.

Drew lost the smile, but it wasn't like he had a sour expression. He was just neutral. ”He's recovering. Maybe he'll be ready to practice soon and be available for Tuesday's game.”

”Not Saturday's?” Noah asked. ”I would have thought that he would heal faster since his injury wasn't as bad as Jason's.”

Drew's lips thinned. ”Everyone heals differently. Some slow. Some fast. Genetics is a funny thing.” He nodded. ”It's no cause for concern. Better to be safe than sorry.” He waved and walked away.

Sean struck out, causing Noah to put on his helmet and move to the entrance of the dugout. He shared some words with his teammates along the way.

I was still hung up on what Drew had said. 'Genetics is a funny thing.' I wonder what he meant by that? Obviously it wasn't a ha-ha funny...maybe he meant it was peculiar..? How much of genetics, decides who you really are? I thought about Biology and we learned the nature vs nurture theory. Was who I am already decided upon being born? Or was it how I was raised? I started to get lost in my thoughts, but a figure had stopped in front of me.

”Are you thinking about the throw?” Zeke asked, looking down at me.

I had to look up to make eye contact. ”No.”

”You looked like you were concentrating hard on something.” He pressed.

I shook my head, not only to deny but to hopefully shake the thoughts loose. ”It was nothing.” I redirected. ”Did you think my throw was bad?”

Zeke stayed expressionless. ”No. It was good, for you.”

There it was again. The 'for you.' I frowned. ”Noah said the same thing.”

Zeke sat beside me. ”Does it bother you?”

”A little. I think.” I clicked my feet together, looking down. ”It just sounds off. Like an insult masked as a compliment.”