386 Bad Mood (2/2)
”Who's Brady?” I asked as we made it downstairs.
”He's the best pitcher on Golden West.” Noah told me without looking. ”I think I told you before that they have someone who throws kind of funny. That's him.”
Throws funny?
”His style is rare. He throws submarine.” Dave elaborated. Except...his elaboration wasn't enough.
”You guys are talking about Brady?” Kyle asked, already seated at the table. ”They're probably saving him.”
We sat down.
”Saving who?” Mr. Atkins questioned as he took his seat as well. He looked at the empty seat between the twins. ”Where's Zeke?”
”Here.” Zeke walked in the dining room in a brisk manner. He took his seat, still dripping of sweat like he was working out.
”Ugh.” Dave held his nose. ”You couldn't take a shower first?”
”No, I wanted to put some more work in.” Zeke said, eyeing the food that was already laid out.
Mrs. Atkins walked in the room with a bowl. Surprisingly, she brought it around to me, and set it down before me. ”I made you some more soup just in case your stomach still felt pretty weak.”
”Thanks.” I picked up the spoon, already blowing on my first scoop.
She sat down and dinner commenced.
”So who is being saved again?” Mr. Atkins repeated.
”Oh, as I was saying, Golden West probably wants to save Brady for Servite. Coach said they play each other Saturday.” Kyle said, loading up his plate with food.
”Does that mean they think we're weaker than Servite?” Noah asked.
Dave nodded. ”At the very least, means that we have weaker hitting.”
”Well with Brady pitching against them, it's likely to be a pitcher's duel. Almost like today.” Kyle said. He stabbed his broccoli angrily. ”If only Garret didn't give up that homerun.”
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”You can't say that.” Dave said. ”You've given up more homeruns than Garret throughout the season.”
”I've never suffered a loss though.” Kyle rebutted.
”Kyle.” Mr. Atkins warned. ”You're on the same team. His loss is your loss too. The same would be said if you lost too.”
Kyle sighed. ”Yea, I know.”
”You boys will get a second chance.” Mrs. Atkins said cheerfully. ”It's only one loss. Won't put you out of the race just yet. Golden West or Servite will have a loss by Saturday too. And, you'll get to play Servite twice.”
”Mom.” The twins groaned in unison.
”What? What did I say?”
”You said we play Servite twice.” Dave shook his head. ”That's not a good thing.”
”They have a whole team of good pitchers.” Kyle added.
”You boys are good pitchers too.” She told them.
The twins blushed a little and focused on eating.
Seeing that they had settled down, Mrs. Atkins turned to me. ”Feeling better Jake?”
I nodded, mouth full of soup.
”Dr. Moore left after seeing you sleep so soundly.” She told me, looking relieved. ”I'm happy that you're doing better. Do you think you'll go to school tomorrow?”
I nodded again. I don't see why not. It was a one time thing. A panic attack turned into a nightmare from my own anxiety. He's not my brother.