543 V2 ch15 (2/2)
Dave shrugged. ”Fine. I'll go.” He strolled to a different group than Kyle, understanding that Zeke didn't want them together either.
Zeke looked down at me and Noah next.
Noah wrapped his arms around me, leaning down to cling onto me. ”Noooo. You can't separate us! Jake can't handle it.”
”I think he would especially like to get away from you right now.” Zeke remarked, watching me struggle to get out of Noah's grip. He sighed. ”I won't separate you two, but try to stay out of trouble for the next couple of hours.”
Noah finally let go of me. ”Sure thing! We'll be good!”
Zeke's lips thinned. ”Don't stray too far from my sight.”
”What if I need to go to the bathroom?”
”Then go.”
”I don't. I was just asking.”
Zeke looked up at the ceiling for a second before looking back at Noah. ”Noah.”
Noah shied away. ”I was just having some fun. I'll be good now.”
Zeke gave a nod and then went to the coaches.
”Man, Zeke is really wound tight tonight.” Noah muttered.
”Well...your parents aren't around. Isn't it normal for him to replace them? He doesn't want us to cause trouble or get hurt on his watch.” I told Noah my thoughts.
”Yea, I guess.” Noah watched Zeke as he spoke with the coaches. ”It's weird to think that he'll be leaving for college in just a few months. Who's going to get the twins to stop picking on us without him around.”
”We're doomed.” I conceded.
Noah laughed.
We heard some chatter and turned to see some the space starting to fill up with more high school students and coaches.
The first group was a bunch of girls.
”Softball players.” Noah whispered.
The next group was all boys.
”Golf.”
”Golf?”
He nodded. ”Yea. It's a spring sport. At our school, it's boys golf, boys tennis, boys volleyball, and baseball. For the girls, it's just softball. Both genders for swimming and track.”
”Oh. When do the girls play those sports then?”
”Mostly in the fall.” He shrugged.
As the groups came in, Noah named each sport they belonged too. It helped that some groups wore their uniform or some kind of shirt that designated their school name. Meanwhile our team was mostly decked out in A's gear. Only the coaches wore some Watsonville shirts.
There were duplicate teams since CIF had so many divisions. There were four boys golf teams, all champions of their own division. It was easy to tell them apart by their attitudes.
Noah was interested in watching the tension among all four of them. ”Do you think another baseball team will come tonight?”
I shrugged. ”I don't know how they decide what teams come what days.” I really don't wish to see another baseball team. We were only division three so there would be a greater chance to see the division one or two champ versus something under us, right? ”How many divisions are there again?”
”There's probably seven, I think?” Noah answered.
I sighed with relief. Okay, so we're higher up. If any of the lower division winners come, then there won't be any animosity on our part. I just fear that if division one or two came, it would become a little tense.
”No way.” Noah's jaw dropped. His eyes narrowed at the entrance where the teams were coming in from.
I gulped and turned to see some familiar faces. Like Murphy's Law states, whatever can go wrong will go wrong.