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Chapter 4 by Chyoowho Chyoowho

Is the Scout there?

No.

You stand anticlimactically in the empty room. The scout must still be on the field. Since you have time, you decide that it would be best to do a little more homework before your target arrives. You look at the trophies and achievements he has littered over his messy shelves. There is a golden baseball statue with a plaque denoting it as earned for "Most Stolen Bases", another for "Most Home Runs" and yet another for "Most Shit Talked." In every picture on the wall, he is running too fast for the camera's exposure and his mouth hangs open in a dumb laugh. You smile to yourself, the boy is undeniably cute. But as you spy the picture of him trying to eat an entire snow cone in one bite while ignoring the six starry eyed cheerleaders behind him, you realize that he is too innocent to be approached in your usual way. It's a good thing you have ways to seal his exit. It would be impossible to catch someone like him.

As you leaf through his sketches of himself playing sports and notes on tactics (an excerpt: "run AND jump"), you hear the door open to your side. The scout has entered the room and in his hurry, closed the door behind him. You hear the soft searing sound as the Weld-O-Tape you stuck to the door jamb does its magic. Now you are both locked in. You try not to grin wickedly and act as friendly as you can. A soft smile appears on your face and you look up to him with a caring and inviting look. If the boy was going to think like a child, you would have to play on his level.

"Hey there," you say casually. "I saw you on the field."

"Yeah, I whiffed it like a stupid spaz!" the scout booms, managing more volume than you expected from his small frame. "This fuckin' team is made of fail! I can't do anything!" Then he turns to you again, this time thinking more. "Who are you and how'd ya get in here? And why's my door locked?"

You pat the bed and make room for him, glancing up to him. "Come on, just sit down." He pulls the strap of his backpack tighter. His eyes dart to the window. You have to be quick to earn his trust.

What do you say?

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