Page 139 of The Third Baseman

I couldn’t tell whether I was walking or if she was dragging me, but we almost passed the restroom.

“Stop! I still need to pee.” I turned just before I ran in, and pointed at the cardstock Lowe was carrying. “Will you wait here with that?”

She nodded, but I didn’t miss the smirk. I should have thought to cover it with a cloth or something while we were walking through the stands. I should also have put on a sweater given the amount of people staring, or perhaps I was imagining it.

No. On second thoughts, they were staring. I’d left my hair down, curled it into the big waves Jupiter loved to run his fingers through, but now used it to pull over my shoulders in an attempt to hide my chest.

It didn’t work.

“Cool shirt. Where did you get it?”

“Oh,” I crossed my arms, trying to cover what I could, “I made it.”

“That’s hilarious. Imagine if he sees it.” The blonde girl in front of me nudged her equally blonde friend while I stayed as still as I could and prayed the stalls would open quickly. “Stace, look at her shirt. How cool! We have to get these!”

Stace twirled around to see. “OMG! I love Jupiter Reeves! I’m from California, and I cried so hard when he left The Dodgers.”

I blinked in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, but I’m at school here, so I’m lucky. I’m his number one fan.” Her little nose wrinkled as she screwed it up.

I didn’t want to break it to her that according to my shirt, I was officially Jupiter’s number one fan. Nor did I want to share I wasn’t talking about the California part of her sentence, though I probably shouldn’t have made fun of her crying. Sure, she seemed cute; friendly and perky, but her nails said she could scratch my eyes out in under a second.

“We have to make these!” she cried to her friend. “We come to all the home games. We haven’t been able to figure out where he parties after though. Do you know?”

“Oh,” I tittered back, nervously, “I don’t think they go out; the scheduled is pretty tight.”

“No, they definitely party!” she shot back with all the confidence of someone who spent hours on social media tracking the team’s whereabouts. It was something I hadn’t believed people did until Lowe showed me, though I was still unclear how anyone found the time. “We were out with Ace Watson, Parker King, Lux Weston, and Tanner Simpson last weekend. They got us into the V.I.P. section of Vitamin D. Ace said Jupiter always goes with them, but he had to bail. We’re meeting them later though, and fingers crossed he’ll be there.” She held her crossed fingers up.

My head fell back with a loud laugh. Last weekend Jupiter and I had gone straight home after The Lions had beaten the Red Sox and gotten into the bath where he’d spent thirty minutes grumbling about how much Ace didn’t stop talking in the dugout. In the end, I’d soaped up his cock until he was forced to concentrate on something other than Ace, then had to hold onto the sides of the bath so he could fuck three orgasms out of me.

There was something to be said for post-game sex.

“What’s so funny?” Stace frowned.

“Nothing.” I shook my head, still picturing Jupiter’s face for when I told him Ace was using his name to pick up girls. “Stall’s free.”

She scowled, and then marched into it. I peed as quickly as I could, then ran out to find the girls.

“Quick, let’s get out of here. Jupiter’s number one fan is in the bathroom.” I was still laughing as I filled them in on the story of Ace, and the three of us snickered the rest of the way to our seats where the smile was wiped off my face.

Emerson was in the row behind us, and true to her word, had brought everyone she knew. Half the people from the twins’ birthday party were here. My mouth dropped open as my eyes ran down the row, taking everyone in.

“Hi, Marnie!” Drew’s hand shot up in the air and waved, both enthusiastically and unnecessarily, considering he was barely a yard away which meant everyone turned to look at me.

“What did you do?” I hissed at Emerson. “I thought you were kidding!”

“I would never kid about watching Jupiter on the Jumbotron,” she winked. “Turn around, you’re going to miss them coming out.”

My stomach gurgled and dropped as hard as I did into my seat. Harder, even.

I shrunk down, pulling my cap on as the boys took the field. My heart didn’t even give a little flutter as Jupiter ran out, not one flap at the sight of his ass running to third base.

I was too nervous. My entire body was no longer made of atoms; it was built solely on nerves. I’d become human Jell-O; shaky and trembling.

I wished these seats came with puke bags, especially as I’d left my purse in my office.

I was trying hard to stare into the distance when Beulah nudged me, then nodded to the Jumbotron – or one of them. My face was going to be on all three around the stadium.

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