Bat.

"Alright!" Silver says, "game on!" She and half the other girls spread out onto the field, while Chris takes you over to the bench, along with an uncomfortably close gaggle of other girls.

"Oh my god, Sam," Chris says, "thank you so much. I can't tell you how much this means to me." You shift uncomfortably in your seat, a shiver going up your spine as a breeze passes over you. Chris, on your right, is about as red-faced as you are, but at least she's looking you in the eyes as she talks. Your teammates aren't so subtle, craning their necks around Chris to get a look at the near-naked guy sitting alongside them, and you're sure the teammates to your left are doing the same before getting called up to bat.

"Yeah, uh, don't mention it," is all you can manage to mumble out, folding your hands over your lap, and waiting for your turn up at bat. It's a fairly slow game so far; your team has a couple people up at base but no runs by the time you get up to bat. If you felt exposed before, it feels even worse once you're the center of attention. The dust is coating your bare feet, and adding a helmet only emphasizes that you're only wearing your boxers besides. Behind you, you swear the catcher giggled a little; the tall, dark brunette up on the pitcher's mound is eyeing you hungrily. Trying to **** everything out of your mind, you try to focus on the pitcher as she winds up, tightening your grip on the bat, and...