Lucas was convinced that the only good part about his parent's divorce was that he moved to a school who desperately needed a pitcher on their baseball team. In Texas, he was on a team where the coach was under the impression that his son was an excellent pitcher so Lucas was restricted to 2nd base or outfield most of the time. Either way he was happy to be on a team but he knew that his strengths lied on the mound. He was good under pressure, he could read the batter to know what he wanted, and he knew when the runner on 2nd was just far enough away from the bag that he could turn around and pick him off.
After the accident in Texas, Lucas was expelled from school and his only option was moving to New York to live with his mom. He wasn't sure how city life was going to be. Lucas was used to riding horses on his dad's farm. But he figured as long as they had a baseball team, he could survive 2 years until graduation.
It was the last day of practice before their 1st regular season game. The coach had them doing defense drills which meant he could get some pitching practice in. He was conpletely focused on the catcher until he heard "click click."
"She's getting some shots for the newspaper. Show her what you're made of!"
Lucas glanced at the girl positioned right behind home with a camera looking through the fence. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. She had on a long sleeved lace shirt and what looked like a tutu to Lucas. He wasn't sure what to make of the outfit but he noticed the innocence in her eyes. The way she kept looking at the screen of the camera to see what she had captured. She wouldn't make direct eye contact with him, which frustrated him. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him, but this intriguing girl wouldn't even look at him. So he decided to get her attention another way.