STEFANS POINT OF VIEW
As I step up to the plate I take three deep breaths. One: set my hands up. Two: get in position. Three: look at the pitcher who is about to throw the ball that decides if we go to the American League Championship Game.
I'm in deep with a full count against me. Three balls, two strikes. I can handle this. I think to myself. I hold my hand back to the umpire, indicating that I need a minute. I step out of the batters box and put my bat down, hitting it on my feet so the accumulated clay gets off. With a runner on each base, I look at my third base coach and he gives me the signal.
Tap to the nose, 3 fingers, fingers on the bill of his hat, cross arm tap to the shoulder, left hand on right knee and right hand on left knee. I know this one like the back of my hand. I have been waiting to be thrown this signal the whole baseball game.
I nod to my coach then nod to the umpire as I step back in the box. As the picture takes a look at every player on every base, I take a deep breath and pull my bat behind my ears. He winds up and I whisper to myself, "Out of the ballpark."
The pitcher releases the ball and comes stepping forward, staring at me and waiting for what is going to happen. I watch the speeding ball coming towards me and do what I do best. My arms start swinging and as soon as I feel contact with the round, white sphere, I know its outa here. I don't even start to run. I hold onto my bat and walk 3 paces towards first base as the ball passes the outfield and lands on the highest deck, into the sea of fans.
Finally, I drop my wooden stick, hold my hands up and start jogging around the bases. I'm shouting and hollering with a huge grin on my face as I round third base and see my team waiting for me. I jump into the swarm of sweaty baseball players and as they hold me up on their shoulders I look around and see everyone on their feet. Chanting my name.
"Stefan! Stefan!" The crowd roars. Nothing feels better than hearing those sounds. I look around and tell the boys to put me down. Even though I should be ecstatic, I am really just exhausted after just hitting the game winning grand slam. My feet hit the ground and I look up at the scoreboard. 11-4. Wow! Those other guys got crushed. Definitely will not be sad to see them leave.
This takes me one game closer to the World Series, the biggest series of baseball games of the year. It's been my dream ever since I was a child to become a professional baseball player and it's finally come true. I turn my head and see my coach talking to a reporter, so I decide to sneak off before I get bombarded with questions. I'm just too tired to speak with anyone.
I walk down into the dugout to grab a cup of water and head to the locker room. As I get inside I throw my cup in the garbage. I unbutton my jersey take it off and throw it over my shoulder. I turn another corner and immediately bump into someone. I look up and see this nerdy, sorry excuse of a girl standing before me.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I was just-" She starts to say, but I intervene.
"Yeah, you better be. I am sore and I just want to go home, so get the hell out of my way and stop being so clumsy. Damn, how hard is it to watch where you are going." I finish as I brush past her and head into the locker room.
ELENAS POINT OF VIEW
"Douchebag!" I exclaim as I talk to my best friend, well one of my best friends, Caroline over the phone.
"Wow! What crawled up his butt and died? He shouldn't be such an ass! It was and accident! He didn't even get hurt. You bumped into him for God's sake! Its not like he broke his arm." She practically yells into her phone.
I walk into the parking garage and find my car. Once I get to it, I dig through my purse to find my keys. Thinking I was alone.
"You don't have to tell me twice, Care. The guy wins one big damn baseball game and he thinks that he is God's gift to Earth. Like who the hell does he think he is?" I tell her, not caring how loud I was.
"Well, I wouldn't say I am God's gift to Earth, but I am pretty close to it." I hear his voice.
I jump and drop my phone and keys. As I turn around and see the one and only Mr. Stefan Freaking Salvatore, I instantly regret my words because he obviously knows I am talking about him.
"Shit." I mutter to myself as I bend down to pick up my phone, with a confused Caroline saying 'Hello' on the other end, and my car keys. I am scared to stand up and look at him. What will he do when I look into his eyes. Yell at me? Call security, or the cops? Oh gosh, I really hope he doesn't.
As I stand up and look at him he has this smug smile on his face. He stares at me up and down before saying a word.
"You should really be careful what you say. You never know who is listening. Could be one of the biggest baseball players in the world, who may be able to have your job ripped way from you in a heartbeat. So I suggest you hop your scrawny, ugly ass into that little Honda and I will forget about your rude words." He says as I stand there in belief of what he just said to me.
When I am about to say something he walks away towards him 200,000 dollars Mercedes Benz. I jump into my car and remember that Caroline is still on the phone. I put the key in the ignition and look to see if his car is still in my rear view mirror, thankfully its not.
As I put the phone back up to my ear, I hear Caroline mumbling to herself about what was happening. I hear her talking about how I just got jumped and she needs to call the cops.
"Holy crap, Care! You don't need to call the cops." I say and hear her let out a long breath. "But I do need to tell you what just happened." I finish.
"Elena! Are you okay? I heard another voice with you…a guys! Who the hell was that?" She asks with a curious tone in her voice.
"Well Caroline, I just got called scrawny and ugly, by no one other than Mr. Douchebag, himself." I tell her nonchalantly still hearing his words play through my mind. Was he always so disrespectful and rude? I remember Caroline is on the phone when I hear a few choice words from her mouth and I hold the phone away from my ear because she is yelling.
"Care, it doesn't bother me. He is just a stuck up athlete, who puts himself on a pedestal above others because he thinks he is better than everyone. But hey, I am about to start driving so I will talk to you later! Love you Care! Bye!" I get out as fast as I can, because I am so wore down and I just want to go home.