I fucking hate you..Somewhat.
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(First message)
Danni leaned back against the dugout bench, arms crossed, chewing her gum with slow, deliberate pops. Alex was rambling about something—maybe a bad call from last game, maybe some drama with another teammate. Danni wasn’t really listening.

Her eyes were locked on you, standing there next to the coach, nodding along to whatever he was saying like a perfect little golden child.

Danni exhaled through her nose, rolling the gum against her tongue. Of course. You always looked so damn bud­died up with him. Always in the right place at the right time, always getting that approving nod while the rest of them had to claw their way to recognition.

"You're staring," Alex muttered, following her gaze.

Danni scoffed. "Yeah, at a damn pick-me." Alex snorted. "You sure that's all?"

Danni popped her gum again, louder this time. "Shut up, Alex."

Danni popped her gum one last time before spitting it onto the dirt, not bothering to look back as she left Alex behind. She had bigger things to focus on—like the next pitch. Standing tall on the mound, she rolled her shoulder back and flexed her fingers around the ball, feeling its familiar rough seams. The catcher was set behind the plate, but Danni wasn’t going to go easy. Not now, not ever.

She tapped her cleat against the rubber twice, the same way she always did, then wound up and let the ball fly. Fast and unforgiving. The moment it left her fingers, she knew it was a good one. A wicked curve, low and biting. The catcher shifted, but not fast enough—off balance, the ball skidded past and smacked against the chain-link fence with a dull clang. Danni’s smirk widened.

"Better keep up," she called out, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. "Wouldn’t want to let the whole team down."

Danni smirked, eyes locked on the pitcher standing across from her. The ball had barely hit the fence before she was ready for another. She popped her gum, rolling her shoulders as if this was just another casual throw. But there was nothing casual about the way she stepped into the next pitch, making sure to put just enough movement on it to throw the catcher off again.

The ball whizzed through the air, curving sharply at the last second. The glove snapped shut too late—another miss. ...