"And it's a HOME RUN!!!" The game announcer screams aloud.
It had been my first ever baseball game. My parents had thought since I'm moving to a new school, might as well try something new with me in order to 'bond' in ways they couldn't have in the years I was still living at home.
Four years later and I'm living in my own apartment, getting ready to experience what is called college.
The air in the stadium was fresh from the cut green grass that looked as soft as a bed. The audience was riding their high as our home team was dominating the field. Everything seemed amazing.
But I was bored as fuck.
I wanted to go back home and sleep on my big bed or even looking up porn would be better than sitting here. The only reason im tolerating this is for my parents. They may have not been around much as I was growing up but when faith decides to bring them to me for once, I would not pass that up.
Ten minutes have passed by since the last three innings and things have gotten intense within the crowd. A scrawny old man almost sucker punched the poor kid next to me for catching a foul ball... witnessing the horrid scene, i take it as my opportunity to step out of the seats and get away from the crazed baseball fans.
Stepping over the empty rows, I make my way toward the main hallways where all the food courts are located at the stadium. Pulling out my phone I begin to look over unread emails, vastly deleting them all as I walk absentmindedly.
It's not until I feel a large, dark, freezing stain on my shirt that releases me from paying attention to my phone. Noticing that's it's some sort of soda, the level of annoyance that has been building up within me was about to be released toward whatever unlucky idiot decided to not watch where he was going.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I question the baboon.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been looking down when the view isn't your phone?" A dark husky voice saunters it's way to my ears.
It's not until I actually look at this person that I realize he is sex on two legs.
The light white of his hair blends naturally with the tan on his skin. His Asian eyes beautifully paired with the deepness of the color red. His body tightly exposed with the fit of his clothes. And his smirk... would make any girl in my position cum in an instant.
"Ready to speak?"
"Fuck you" I spat out, still residing anger for the spill on my shirt. Regardless of his pretty face, I now seem like an idiot with a big ass stain on their shirt.
Swerving the anonymous gorgeous person, I try to make my way back to the seating area where my parents were. Not before I feel someone's hand put something down my left butt cheek's pocket.
Quickly turning around to face the perpetrator once more, all I see is a smile forming on his face as he walks away from me.
"DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN ASSHOLE!" I yell in annoyance, quickly realizing that half of the crowd walking past the hallways have just heard my dirty mouth