309 First Target

(Jake's POV)

Zeke drove Noah and I home, then sent us upstairs to get showers done before dinner. We took turns and gathered back downstairs where Zeke was already waiting. He was sitting in the living room, with the iPad in hand.

"Whatcha doing?" Noah asked, flopping on the couch. I sat down on the other end.

"Looking at search history to verify your story." Zeke replied, nonchalant.

"It's not a story!" Noah leaned over and started pointing on the screen. "Look! Here, here, and here. We watched quite a bit."

Zeke looked at us. "And did you practice it?"

"Theoretically." Noah stated proudly.

Zeke's eyes narrowed.

Noah sat back, moving a little closer to me, kind of scared off by Zeke's look. "Well, we were grounded so we didn't dare to go out. We did go through the motions in the backyard, but I'm not exactly a pitcher or first baseman. We can ask coach to look it over on Tuesday, during practice."