Chapter 8

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"Why the fuck do we have to play in this weather?" Beca complained as she and Chloe walked out to the bus before a game. It was starting to rain and only 55° which was freezing for April in Georgia.

"I'm more concerned about having to pitch in the rain," Chloe said hesitantly as she helped Beca lift her bag into the back of the bus before putting in her own.

"You'll do great," Beca said reassuringly.

"How was your meeting with the social worker?" Chloe wondered, sliding into the bus seat next to her girlfriend.

"Fine," Beca shrugged. "I just explained that you're my girlfriend and I'm very protective over people I love and she understood." Beca lowered her voice at the girlfriend part. Neither of them wanted word getting around because they knew it wouldn't go over too well.

"Aww you love me," Chloe smiled, gently squeezing Beca's hand. "Can you still sleep over tonight?"

"Shit, I didn't bring clothes," Beca said disappointedly.

"You can just wear my stuff," Chloe shrugged.

"Alright," Beca agreed. "Hey, calm down," she said with a nervous smile after realizing how tense her girlfriend was.

"I just don't want to screw up," Chloe sighed. "I'm not as good as I was last season. I had my dad to help me last year."

"You can't help the circumstances," Beca said seriously. "But you're amazing at pitching and every single day I'm blown away by how talented you are."

"I'm just nervous I guess," Chloe shrugged.

"I'm right here, you'll be fine," Beca said reassuringly and Chloe nodded.


It was the 3rd inning and Barden was down 4-1. Chloe had only walked 3 batters-one each inning-but a girl on the opposing team had hit a 3 run homer and Beca had missed a steal at home, causing them to fall behind. No one on Barden had managed to get on base except for a girl named Sofia, who hit a double and managed to steal 3rd and home.

Beca was currently up to bat and she was mildly panicking. For starters, she hated batting because she was terrified of getting hit by the ball. She also felt like she sucked at it, but she was really fast so if she got a hit, she'd always get on base. Coach Smith had been training her to be a slapper since she was already a lefty, but she didn't feel confident enough to try slap hitting in a game yet.

The first ball hit the ground before the plate and Beca let out the breath that she had been holding before stepping out of the batters box to take a practice swing. She returned to the box and after a few seconds, the pitcher threw the pitch. It was low and inside so she decided against swinging at and instantly regretted that decision when the umpire called it a strike. She sighed and loaded up for the next pitch and realized it was right down the middle. It was a perfect pitch so she swung at it. The second she heard the a clink of the bat hitting the ball, she took off towards first. The brunette rounded the base before looking up to see the ball fly right over the center fielder's head oand over the fence. It didn't even occur to her until she reached third that she had hit a grand slam and she looked up to see her teammates all waiting at home plate. She tagged home and was immediately engulfed in a group hug.

"Okay, too many people," Beca said, wriggling out of the hug to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. "That's better," she whispered in Chloe's ear.

"I'm so proud of you," Chloe said. "You got us back in the game!"

Beca shrugged with a laugh. "I don't even know how I did it."

"Are you limping?" Chloe noticed as she walked back into the dugout with her girlfriend.

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