Softball Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I really have it bad. "I'm a huge Chemistry nerd, and that was one of my favourite pick-up lines," I replied honestly. "I'm sure it was great, but I'm terrible at Chem," she pouted. "Really?" I feigned surprise. She nodded and looked up at me through her lashes. "I can help you if you want," "I would love that. How about we meet up later today for a tutoring session? I can give you my number," "Yeah?Cool. Here," I handed her my phone.

The only shit I needed to do was to remove Valentia Louw on my mind. "Shots outside... who's up for a game.." "Let's play ping pong..." I furrowed my brows, "the fuck is that..." "Table tennis of some sort.. and well here you gotta score in that mug on that side.. if you don't score, you drink..." Anna instructed to a clueless me. I smiled, "alrighty... I'm up for this shit.. who's against me?" "I am.." Sandra said confidently and I laughed, "are you sure you want me...? I might be a bit tipsy but I can still score... if you know what I mean..."

into their phones and then grinning before walking away. “I don’t know any of you!” I shouted. “We don’t know you either,” one responded. She looked like an aging soccer mom. She wore the same smirk of excitement as the rest of the people surrounding her. “Then how do you all know my name?” I asked. “We don’t,” the lady said. “We just want to catch the I’m Sorry Alicia. The only way to catch it is to say 'I'm sorry, Alicia' into the mouthpiece. As soon as you do that, you get a special ball that can catch it.”

I want to keep her mind off of Stacey and the perfect opportunity comes up when I hear a guy spilling out one awful chat-up line to a girl at the bar. "did you just hear that guy?" I chuckle out to her. "no, what did he say?" "he just went up to that girl at the bar and said if I flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head?" "oh no, haha, that poor girl!" her laugh lights up my world and I want to keep hearing it. "yup, what's the worst chat-up line that someone has used on you?" "hmm, Savannah, Mia, Paige and I went to Rogers bar a few months ago and a guy comes up to me while I was at the bar waiting for our drinks and said are you a parking ticket? because you've got FI

Aiden and Lucas gagged beside me as I glared at them. "Is your name g****e?" I asked her with a stupid smile. She is making me talk about stupid things that I thought I never talk in life. She is making me do this for her. All those cheesy lines and romantic kinds of stuff, things that I do for love. "Is this another kind of cheesy pick up line?" I can imagine a small smile with one eyebrow quirked on her face. "Finish it!" She said and I said, "Because you have everything I've been searching for." I whispered. I could hear a sharp intake of her breath as she groaned out.

"I'm not even into softball anymore. I think I might quit." "Huh?" she tipped her blonde head on one side like a curious bird and stared at me so hard it made me blush. "Yeah, I don't know," I said with a shrug. "Well, whatever you see fit," she said. "But to me, I think baseball suits you. Besides the uniform looks great." Charlotte gave me a once over and then a sweet smile. I was still blinking at all this when we heard a roar behind us. We spun around to see a ball flying off the field at lightning speed. It was headed straight through the opening in the window of the cafeteria.

I asked, entering the elevator. "Yes, I like short hair and red. I feel much better this way." Sophia replied. "I think you look good in anything." I said spontaneously. "Is that a pick-up line?" Sophia asked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "You never change." I commented. "Never!" Sophia replied laughing. **** Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book!

He wasn't exceptionally handsome, but he had a sunny look, like a college student fresh out of university. Upon hearing the shout, Mr. Martinez also looked at Flora and walked over with a smile, "Of course, welcome to join. What's your name, miss?" He seemed friendly towards Flora. "Thank you, Mr. Martinez. I'm Flora," she politely replied. "You're welcome. Well, Flora, have you played baseball before?" Mr. Martinez was skeptical, as there weren't many girls who played baseball. Especially the delicate and beautiful ones, they usually cared more about their image.

I ran after them. It wasn't so hard for me to ask, it wasn't my first and I'm good with ladies. I had many pickup lines I used and really worked each time I did. "Hey ladies, wait up," I shouted mildly, as I jogged towards them. "You left your shade, Christine," I uttered, showing it to them. "Hmmn, a price for my effort," I said with a smile, holding back the shade as she stretched her hand to get it. "My number you mean," she replied with a smile.

Her question broke the tranquil silence, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yeah," I replied, my breath gently brushing against her back. "Couldn't wait to be in the presence of the amazing chef who insists on making every day special." She smiled, her shoulder shook with my small compliment, as she turned around, letting our eyes met, "You're becoming very good with your pick-up lines these days Mr., I'm very impressed."- She spoke, as she threw her arms around my shoulder, grinded slyly. "Pick up lines? I never had to use these stupid pick up lines on another since my interest were never on another woman except my woman who is staring at me with all love in her eyes."