Wild Pitch by Sloan Johnson

Author:Sloan Johnson [Johnson, Sloan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Homeruns, Book 1
Publisher: SJ Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I was beginning to regret keeping the door on my closet not only closed, but also padlocked and chained shut. If I wasn’t so worried about who I slept with having an unfair bearing on my ability to play the game, I’d be able to call any of my close friends to ask them what in the hell I’m supposed to do now.

After scrolling through my contact list a few times, hoping a name would magically pop out at me, I landed on one of the only people who knew my secret.

“Tucker, I was starting to wonder if you were going to forget my number,” Eric answered. I looked around nervously, checking to see who was still in the employee lot. “I heard you’d been to the house, which explains the beer missing from my fridge when I got home.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I needed a quiet place because my sister’s been staying at my house,” I apologized. He didn’t care if I helped myself to whatever he had on hand while I was there, but I’d been raised better than to drink a man’s last beer and not return it. Honestly, I’d planned on driving back down to replenish what we drank, but I hadn’t had time.

“No worries, bud. You know I’ll never pass up the opportunity to give you shit.” He laughed and my mood lightened a bit. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You have a spare hour? This may not be quick,” I warned him. I still couldn’t believe I was going to share any of this, but I had to get it out before I went insane.

“I’m all yours until early next week. Will that be long enough?” He knew me well enough to know that I didn’t often get upset, but when I did, it was never anything minor.

“Yeah, I think that’ll be plenty of time.” Little things he’d said started to click into place and I began to worry. “Wait, where are you?”

“I’m at my house, really wishing there was a cold beer in my fridge,” he chided. “My grandpa passed away last Thursday and I flew in this morning for the funeral.”

“Damn, now I feel even worse about drinking all of your beer. Sorry to hear about your grandpa, he was a good man.” Pa Sapp was more like a father to Eric than a grandparent. He was the one who taught Eric how to play and drove him to every practice. Like Mason’s family, Pa made it to every game, except this season. He’d been battling cancer, and we all knew it was only a matter of time. It was hard to believe the old man was gone.

“Thanks. It wasn’t a surprise, but it still sucks. Anyway, I know you didn’t call to talk about that, so what’s up?”

Next to Mason, Eric was one of my best friends, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to realize something was bugging me. I spent the next ten minutes giving him

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