Night Games by Collette West
I try not to think of how close I am to Chase Whitfield right now. He’s like twenty feet away through the protective netting draped behind home plate. He might actually see me. I don’t turn my head. I’m too afraid. Instead, I keep my eyes trained on Erin. One of the straps on her tank is falling off her shoulder and her mascara is smudged under her eyes. Her flat-ironed hair is frizzing out and her face is all red. She looks rabid. There’s no better way to describe her. She’s had five large beers in three hours so she definitely has more than just a buzz going on.
“Grey, you should see the awesome shots I got! I even got a closeup of his butt when he was bending down.” Since a lot of people in this section have already left, her voice carries even farther than it should. I have to get her out of here—now.
“C’mon, Erin. Let’s go back up.” I reach for her arm, but she jerks away.
“No way! I waited all night to get down here and I’m going to enjoy the view!” She lets out a, “Woot woot!” as she blows Chase a kiss.
I feel the intensity of someone’s eyes drilling into my back. I know it’s Chase, but I don’t want to confirm it. He probably thinks we’re two white-trash sluts who can’t hold their liquor in public. I’m dying inside. I never thought I’d ever be this close to Chase Whitfield, and to know that he probably hates my guts is making me sick.
“C’mon, already! Would you sit down?” a guy in the third row shouts over to us. “Let ’em finish the damn game!”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that play has been halted on the field, but I don’t know why. Did something happen? Did they take Chase out for a pinch hitter? Some of the players in the Beaver dugout are on the top step, pointing at us.
I jump when someone taps me on the shoulder.
“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” A burly security guard is bearing down on me from behind. I can see how big he is by the size of the shadow he’s casting on the ground in front of me. I’m out of options. I have to turn around and face him. I just hope he’s blocking Chase from view.