- Chapter 2 - The Neighbors -
Warnings: Flirts, teasing, literally just Spot
Third Person POV
Race steps up to bat, his bat in his hands and his helmet on.
His left hand was below his right hand, by the bottom of the bat, both of them holding onto the handle of the bat.
He looks at Ike, who smirks at him.
"Make sure you actually hit the ball, Racer." Ike taunts him, throwing the ball up and down in his hand and catching it.
Race smirks at him. "You're talking to the one who always hits the ball, Icheal." He responds, sticking his tongue out in a playful teasing way.
Ike glares at him playfully. He hated that name.
"Enough taunting!" Finch shouts, a grin on his face. "Just throw the ball!" He exclaims.
"Shut up, Finch!" Race and Ike exclaim in unison, grinning at each other.
Their taunting and teasing/smack talk was all playful.
Finch rolls his eyes, the smile never leaving his face.
The other boys laugh.
Ike gets in position, taking the ball from his gloved hand and throwing it.
Race felt time slow.
He kept his eyes trained on the ball that was flying towards him slower than Sniper walked in Gym.
Sniper hated Gym so she didn't care enough to walk quickly.
However, she liked Gym when they were playing Soccer or Softball.
When the ball got close enough, Race gripped his bat and swung.
A crack sounded as the ball hit the bat, the bat sending the ball flying in the opposite direction.
Race lowers his bat, which had been over his shoulder, as time goes back to normal.
He looks to Henry, wondering if he should run or not.
Henry, who was the catcher, stands up, gesturing for Race to stay where he was.
Race nods, looking back at the ball.
He watches as the ball flies over the fence and into his new neighbors yard.
Race cringes, facepalming, before quickly taking his helmet off.
The boys turn to face him.
"Well," Race rubs the back of his neck. "I hit the ball?"
Certain boys chuckle, while others laugh.
"Good hit though." Specs tells him.
Race smiles, shooting him a 'thank you' thumbs up.
"Now, we have another question; who's getting that?" Finch asks slowly, looking between the boys.
"It's Race's neighbor and he hit the ball..." JoJo trails off, looking at Race.
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