Dir(n)t and Dust

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  "JEZ! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

    Damn. I manage to peel off my sweat-filled glove, tossing it on the brown dirt of the pitcher's mound. A strong breeze gusts through the air, whipping my sweaty hair into my face. I brush it off.

   "What the hell was that?" My coach has his hands on his hips; eyebrows scrunched. "We can't have you pitching like that in the championship. Not if we wanna win."

    I sigh and lick my lips. "Gimme a break. I've been pitching fine these past few weeks; it's just the goddamn wind blowing 100 miles an hour today." I squint, barely able to see his face with the sun.

    He looks as if he's about to yell, then: "Fine, if that's your excuse. Now get back out there and throw a frickin' decent pitch." He turns away and walks back to the dugout.

    My teammates scowl at me as I walk back to the pitcher's mound and slip on my glove. I grasp the baseball with my fingers. The sun beats down overhead, and the wind throws me off balance. I throw.

    Wham! The fastball smacks into the catcher's glove: a strike. The batter, Steph, didn't even have time to swing. I smirk, glad I finally wiped that smug look off her pretty little face. Asshole.

                             — • —

    I step out of the bathroom stall, wiping the last of the sweat and dust off my face. Walking to my locker to get my shit, I bump shoulders with Steph.

   "Watch it, slut." She wrinkles her nose at me and moves on.

    I ignore her and swing my worn-out backpack over my shoulder, taking one last glance in the mirror at my ratty brown hair and scattered freckles. I don't have time for her shit today.

    I yawn and walk out of the girl's locker room, nearly running right into Mike.

    "Watch it, shithead! Why'd you wait an hour for me?" I laugh and we start walking. It's around 4:00.

    "What's up, Jez?" I can tell he's smiling.

    He stops me, and I turn to look at him and his unkempt blonde hair.

    "Guess fuckin' what?" His smile grows wider.

    "What?"

    "Me an' Billie finally found a new drummer."

    "Really? Shit! What's their name?"

    "Tré Cool."

— • HI HI this is my first fanfic and i'm super excited to write this story omg uhh aNyway it's gonna be somewhat centered around tré, but i may change that later anyway i hope you guys like it! • —

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