Kapitel 500: CIF Finals: West Valley Prep (4)

The fifth batter also made contact, making my heart skip a beat. Luckily, it was in Noah's range of play. He fielded the ball, then threw it to Julian at first, beating the runner for the third out of the inning. The nine of us jogged back to the dugout, listening to the majority of the crowd clapping for West Valley. It definitely made me feel worse, knowing that one run was my fault. 

Top of the fifth. I had hoped to talk to Noah, but he was set to be batting second this inning. He quickly changed out his gear and hurried to the on deck circle without even a word. 

I sat on the bench, wondering who I should speak to when someone said, "Hey Bambi, don't take it so hard. That was my fault." I looked up and saw Garret right in front of me. 

I blinked. He thought I was upset about the passed ball. Which I am. But more importantly... "What's wrong?"

Garret was taken aback. "What? What do you mean?"

I glanced at his left arm. "You're being weird."