From the Author
"I came here to claim my date." He makes a circle with his hand. "My hang out time."
"Wh...You..." I lick my lips and scramble for the right words. "I...I don't owe you anything."
He snickers and points in the direction of the field. "I just sat through an entire game of baseball. That's the second time I've done it now...and I don't even like baseball."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Well, then why the hell do you come to the games?"
"Because I want to see you." His brown eyes drink me in, making me feel like I'm beautiful or something.