V2 ch169

"You depressed about something?" Garret had heard my sigh. We jogged back to the dugout and sat by our bags. "Or was that a sigh of relief? Are you worried that Julian's little brother might take your spot in the infield?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."

"Oh, ho, you're that confident?" He laughed. 

I mindlessly scratched my face. "I mean, yea I think I'm okay. I'm better at fielding and my batting is still as good as before so I don't think I'll lose my spot. But what I sighed over was..." I lowered my voice. "I wanted Noah and Andy to do a little better. Get a hit. Show off their skills."

Garret laughed even harder. He reached over to pinch my cheek. "Bambi, you're so cute."

I slapped his hand away and rubbed my now sore cheek.