Chapter 1

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I sit at my desk and put some music on. I flip to yesterday's page of my notebook and continue writing.

"Emma?" Ross knocks on my door.

"Come in!" I call.

"Blake is gonna spend the night," he informs me. "Just a heads-up."

"Again?" I groan. "He might as well just move in."

"Play nice," he warns.

"Then make sure he doesn't eat my food this time," I roll my eyes.

"It was fruit," he laughs. "Get over it."

He closes my door and I return to my notebook. My pen glides over the page until my scribbles complete the poem I began yesterday.

I first got into writing when my mother died. I was only twelve when the cancer took over her body. My father became an alcoholic and just a couple years later he walked out on Ross and me.

Ross is my older brother. He's nineteen and I'm seventeen. Ross has always been the smarter one. I've been an A student and he's been an A plus student. He's also an amazing baseball player. He got a full ride to several major colleges but took the community college route to stay close to me. We've lost too much family to lose each other to college.

I tuck my notebook away and turn off my music, seeing as I satisfied my goal of finishing that poem.

I head downstairs and find Ross making lunch, Blake right next to him.

"You coming to both the games?" Ross asks.

"If I have to," I say.

"I feel that love," Blake smiles.

"It's so hot out," I groan. "And it's not like I'm with you guys anyway."

"But you'll be with Kayla," Ross reminds me.

"I see Kayla all the time," I laugh. "We don't need to sweat at baseball games together."

"Oh, shut up," Ross laughs. "You're coming."

"Nice to know I had a choice in the matter," I laugh.

I grab a couple water bottles for the boys while they finish making their lunches.

Doubleheaders are the worst.

We pile into Ross's car and he begins the drive to the fields.

"So, Em," Ross says.

"Oh, god," I roll my eyes. "What'd you do?"

"Nothing," he laughs.

"Yeah, right," I scoff.

"It's minor," he assures me.

"It better not be a minor," I say.

He laughs and shakes his head.

"Spill," I demand.

"I'm dating Kayla," he says.

"No, no, no!" I yell.

"Yes, yes, yes," he says sheepishly.

"Nope, not happening," I shake my head. "No way."

"It's happening," he nods.

"Told you she'd be mad," Blake laughs.

"You knew?" I ask him.

"Only for a couple days," he shrugs.

"Days? How long has it been?" I ask Ross.

"About two weeks," he says.

"Two weeks?" I ask.

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