تسجيل الدخولImagine the worst female softball team you ever saw, triple it, and you've got Darci Bloom's baseball team. Darci's got a lot to handle this season. She's ended up in a team full of nonathletic misfits. She's got a huge crush on the girl making a documentary about the team. She's got a difficult dad. Now a crazy Russian couple shows their interest in coaching her team. Will this bunch of weirdos going to blast into her life and change it forever? Will they fall apart or can they win the unexpected?
عرض المزيد"Let's get this over with," I muttered under my breath and followed my girls to a booth, while trying desperately to ignore the turning in my stomach.
If I had a choice, I wouldn't be sitting in the midst of these girls who had dared me to find a stranger and make out with him. But I lived a boring life and my best friend, Ivory, had suggested that this could be the fun I had always been looking for.
As soon as we sat down, I immediately regretted listening to her. We had barely sat down when my girls started looking around the room, trying to pick the best guy for me to make out with.
I stared at them in disgust. How could they be excited by the idea of making out with a stranger? I prayed silently for the alcohol to arrive and as soon as it did, I down every drop of mine and even drank Ivory's own. If I was going to do this, I was not going to do it with sober eyes.
Still, the alcohol did not stop my feelings of anxiety from going on a rampage and at a point I felt like hurling my entire guts out.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" I stood up dizzily and announced strongly.
"I'm coming with you," Ivory said and followed me. Probably to make sure that I don't run away. I sighed loudly and walked away with her.
I didn't waste much time in the bathroom and I left silently, without letting Ivory know.
I tiptoed and slowly opened the bathroom door. I had almost escaped the scene when I bumped into something hard. It smelt like oak mixed with vanilla and it had a faint scent of aftershave. I looked up slowly, curious to see the kind of door I had run into when my eyes met with the most captivating blue eyes I have ever seen.
"Damn!" The words left my lips before I could even notice and the man standing before me smiled. As soon as I saw his brazing white teeths, I almost fell to the floor. Fortunately, he was as quick as he was handsome and he held me up.
His arms were strong and I got a strange feeling of satisfaction and security in them.
"Are you okay?" He said and I drooled at how deep and soothing his voice was.
"Yes. I am now." I said, blushing. "You know, you are very handsome." I knew it was definitely the alcohol talking because I would never say such a thing to a stranger.
"Well, you don't look so bad yourself," he said and I blushed even harder.
"Can you please kiss me?" I asked and I did not even get a chance to take my words back because he suddenly covered my lips with his and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
"Ohh!" The sound of my best friend standing behind us made us pull apart and I hid my face in his shirt, not desperate to allow my best friend to see me blushing so hard.
"Do you mind if we go back to my hotel room?" The man I had suddenly found safety in said and I did not say no.
He held my hands and took me outside to where his car was parked. He had a driver and I immediately knew that he was rich but I did not care about that. I wanted to be under this man, screaming in pleasure.
He did not wait for us to even get to his hotel room. He couldn't keep his hands off me and we savored every part of each other from the car to the hotel room. I did not know this man but I gladly gave him my virginity because he sparked a flame in me that no man ever did before.
***
The sound of my phone ringing woke me up and I sluggishly picked it up to see a call from my mom.
"Where the hell are you?!" She screamed as soon as I answered.
"Mom," my voice was very low but mom must have been too worried that I would miss her party to notice.
"I told you that today is when we are meeting my husband and his son and you are not here by this time. Where the hell are you?"
"I'm on my way," was all I said before I ended the call. I turned to look at the man sleeping next to me. He looked like one of those top paying models I usually see in magazines, but I knew that someone like him would never go for someone like me. He looked like a silver fox and I decided that when I told the story to my friends, that is what I would call him.
To spare myself the humiliation of getting thrown out, I snuck out and went over to my mother's. I arrived just in time to freshen up and set up the table for the breakfast that my mom had prepared to introduce her new husband and his son to her daughter.
We were just adding finishing touches when we heard the doorbell.
"That must be them. Behave yourself!" Mom warn me and walked away to meet her guest.
From the dining table, I could hear their voices but I made no move to go and meet them. I wasn't particularly happy about my mother's new man and I waited patiently till they came to meet us.
As soon as they walked in, my heart stopped beating.
"Silver fox," I muttered to myself as I watched the man that had made me feel like a woman a few hours ago standing in my dining room.
"Olivia, meet my husband Xavier and his son, your step brother, Daniel."
"What?" I said softly, ignoring the grin that was plastered on Daniel's face.
"Yeah and I have more exciting news for you." Mom said, ignorant of my uncomfortable look.
"Since you guys are going to the same college, my husband and I have decided to get the same penthouse for both of you to live-in together!" She announced and my eyes widened with fear as I looked at Daniel, whose smile frightened me the most.
It was going to be a long school year.
Felik and Grigor trotted across the field towards us. Felik shook hands with Charlotte."What a wonderful work, girl," he said. "I'm a bit emotional as you can imagine. Me, Grigor and the guys at the Matryoshka watched your videotape six, maybe seven times. Stayed up at night."Then Felik turned to me and stepped over to shake my hand."Thank you, Darci," he murmured and looked at us one by one. He seemed too choked up. He shook his head. "You're all here..." he gasped. Then he turned to Grigor. "Can you believe this?"Grigor smiled and put his arm around his shoulders. His mirror glasses had fogged up. Olive handed Felik a tissue."Boy, this team should've been sponsored by Kleenex,
Charlotte and I went to her house. I called Mom that I would be late. We got out all the video clips of the Rejects' games, training, interviews.We had sat in front of her desktop computer all afternoon and half the evening to make a season highlights footage of the team. Charlotte knew her way around those editorial programs, and a girl who knows this kind of technology to me is a goddess.And of course, I knew what was going on during each game, because I watched everyone all the times, so between us, we could jump around the video and edit a tape really fast.And why did we do that?Well, we figured, okay, game's over. But we should remember the excellent bits and not just the lousy part at the end. If we don't have a team for the
The rain bucketed down nonstop for the next two days straight. I walked past the Matryoshka, but I didn't run into anyone from the team or any of our supporters. The footpath was damp, the chairs were tipped up against the tables and there were hardly any customers inside.I was going to the Thursday training as usual. Surely things would turn around and go back to the way they were. I imagined Felik and Grigor cruising in their Bentley with their cool shades. Felik would crack a few jokes and Grigor would make some great speech and the Rejects would be high spirited again.When I arrived at the diamond field, the place was deserted. The surface of the park was so soggy all over and in the middle, there was a shallow lake.I was about to give up and go home when I spotted Margaret. I d
I limped off the field, ready to go home. Mom came to give me a big hug. I winced. After the game, I felt as if every bone in my body had been jarred. There were going to be bruises for sure."Oh honey, I don't even know what to say!" Mom said with teary eyes. "The whole time I can't believe that was my daughter!"Her voice quivered and tight. She was about to cry."It's just a stroke of luck, mom," I said. "We were a mess back there and you saw it.""Oh Darci," she sighed.Dad came straight up to me then. His mouth was moving but I couldn't connect with the words he was saying. He was mumbling, almost embarrassed. Then he reached out to put his hand on my shoulder. Dad kept talking.
The door of the Bentley opened. Then out came the man I had seen goofing around with the plastic bat outside Matryoshka Restaurant. He looked like his car - I mean he was short, neat, wearing nice clothes, hair combed back with care and he was all smil
No sane person could describe the Rejects as a 'team'. Susan, the fridge with a head, was a pretty good player, except she kept growling and thumping everyone on the field. Even players on her own team.
Sitting in the car on the way home, not a word was spoken. None from me and Dad. He was still raving mad, snapping at the passing cars and stepping on the gears.We drove past a Russian restaurant, wh
Something extraordinary happened to me last summer. It started when I was kicked out of my own baseball team. It was the first training session of the new season for the Blue Belles Baseball Club. The sun was blazing down onto the field and blistering












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