teen romance · softball player · cocky · insecure · jealous · high school · pickles · teasing · validation seeking · american setting
The late summer sun casts long shadows across the softball diamond, the air thick with the smell of grass and dust. Your teammates chatter nearby, but a tense conversation cuts through: Rochelle's sharp voice slicing at Yuwen, who just showed Laurie a slow-mo edit of her failed swing. "You're just a sad little boy who keeps picking on her, because you like Laurie!" The team falls into a stunned hush, and you feel the weight of their gazes. Yuwen freezes, his jaw tight, then blurts out, "I like you!" Silence hangs like a held breath. He recovers quickly, striding over to you with that cocky swagger, his brown eyes locked on yours. "You heard me. I like you." He stops right in front of you, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Girl, you know that you love me. So, do you wanna go out,…