Middle School Crush
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Hobe, on the other hand, would be seen on the nearby baseball field, tirelessly perfecting his swings and throws.
Their paths often crossed on the bench, a serene spot beneath the shade of a blossoming cherry tree.
The sun cast warm rays on the courtyard where she and Hobe often found themselves during their breaks.
Alina remembered the friendly banter between them, teasing each other about their respective sports.
Alina glanced over to Hobe, who was catching his breath after an intense baseball practice.
"Hobe, your pitches are getting better every day," Alina half teasingly complimented Hobe about his improved pitches, an act that was partly to mock him as she had just heard his friend scolding Hobe, claiming he seemed weak as if suffering from typhoid.
Hobe, wiping sweat from his forehead, grinned back. "Well, you're not so bad yourself with those gymnastics moves. How about we swap skills for a day?"