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“Were you pitching wrong?” he asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
“I don’t pitch wrong,” she said with a smile. “She wanted me to work on my drop ball after I worked on my screw ball. It’s nothing. She doesn’t know I’ll pitch again before study hour and work on my rise ball.”
“Still don’t think it’s healthy for your arm.”
“Next time we’re on the field, I’ll show you. It doesn’t hurt as long as you do it right,” she said.
“Uh huh,” he said as he leaned over and read her notes. “Looks good.”
“I hope so. I did more research on Queen Victoria’s bedchamber crisis. I planned to write my paper on the drive down, but it’s not going to happen now.”
“Why? Are you not going to the games this weekend?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m going, but I have to drive myself. No one is available,” she said. “I’m losing valuable studying time.”
“You’re driving yourself? Alone?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Although, Coach Swan said I could have someone ride with me. They could even drive.”
“Have you found anyone?” he asked.
“I heard about it at practice,” she said. “At least I did take out my frustration on pitching.”
He could her the worry in her voice. She was pressed for time and losing the riding time would set her back. “Listen, I have an idea.”
“I can’t teleport there. I’ve already looked into it.”
He laughed. “No, I could drive you.”
“What?” she asked as her head snapped up. “You want to give up your entire Friday to drive me down there? No, I can’t ask you to.”
“You’re not asking. I offered,” he said. “You need the time to write your paper. I can help.”
“Are you sure? It’s a six-hour drive,” she said.
“I’m sure, but I have a favor to ask. It’s a two-part favor, really,” he said.
“I’m probably not going to like this, but I would love not to drive this weekend,” she said. “So, what’s the favor? I’m not dating your roommate.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to date him,” he said as he shook his head. “I don’t put him on any woman.”
She smiled. “Okay, so what’s the favor?”
“Come to my sister’s ball game on Thursday and if it’s okay can she ride with us,” he said.
He watched her expression; but wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with coming to Mia’s ball game. Since he was terrible to his sister, this would go a long way to getting back in her good graces. He hated disappointing Mia.
“Okay,” she said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love watching younger kids play. She came to see me, so I need to return the favor,” she said. “I’m sure it’s okay for her to ride with us. I’ll check, but as long as I get time to write, she’s welcome to ride. I’ll even get you two seats at the game. Where does she like to sit?”
“I don’t know, but any seats are fine,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
“You’re not a sports fan,” she said with a smile. “Don’t worry; I’ll get her the ones I would want as a fan.”
“Really, she’ll be happy with any seats,” he said.
“But I won’t be,” she said as she shook her head. “Let me handle this.”
“I don’t pitch wrong,” she said with a smile. “She wanted me to work on my drop ball after I worked on my screw ball. It’s nothing. She doesn’t know I’ll pitch again before study hour and work on my rise ball.”
“Still don’t think it’s healthy for your arm.”
“Next time we’re on the field, I’ll show you. It doesn’t hurt as long as you do it right,” she said.
“Uh huh,” he said as he leaned over and read her notes. “Looks good.”
“I hope so. I did more research on Queen Victoria’s bedchamber crisis. I planned to write my paper on the drive down, but it’s not going to happen now.”
“Why? Are you not going to the games this weekend?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m going, but I have to drive myself. No one is available,” she said. “I’m losing valuable studying time.”
“You’re driving yourself? Alone?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Although, Coach Swan said I could have someone ride with me. They could even drive.”
“Have you found anyone?” he asked.
“I heard about it at practice,” she said. “At least I did take out my frustration on pitching.”
He could her the worry in her voice. She was pressed for time and losing the riding time would set her back. “Listen, I have an idea.”
“I can’t teleport there. I’ve already looked into it.”
He laughed. “No, I could drive you.”
“What?” she asked as her head snapped up. “You want to give up your entire Friday to drive me down there? No, I can’t ask you to.”
“You’re not asking. I offered,” he said. “You need the time to write your paper. I can help.”
“Are you sure? It’s a six-hour drive,” she said.
“I’m sure, but I have a favor to ask. It’s a two-part favor, really,” he said.
“I’m probably not going to like this, but I would love not to drive this weekend,” she said. “So, what’s the favor? I’m not dating your roommate.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to date him,” he said as he shook his head. “I don’t put him on any woman.”
She smiled. “Okay, so what’s the favor?”
“Come to my sister’s ball game on Thursday and if it’s okay can she ride with us,” he said.
He watched her expression; but wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with coming to Mia’s ball game. Since he was terrible to his sister, this would go a long way to getting back in her good graces. He hated disappointing Mia.
“Okay,” she said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love watching younger kids play. She came to see me, so I need to return the favor,” she said. “I’m sure it’s okay for her to ride with us. I’ll check, but as long as I get time to write, she’s welcome to ride. I’ll even get you two seats at the game. Where does she like to sit?”
“I don’t know, but any seats are fine,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
“You’re not a sports fan,” she said with a smile. “Don’t worry; I’ll get her the ones I would want as a fan.”
“Really, she’ll be happy with any seats,” he said.
“But I won’t be,” she said as she shook her head. “Let me handle this.”
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