Bottom of the sixth.
Inside the dugout, the other freshmen were congratulating Max on getting out of the jam against the upperclassmen. It rubbed me the wrong way that he accepted their congratulations with a grin; not even bothering to give Noah a word of 'thanks'.
"Freshmen." Noah scoffed under his breath as I put on my helmet.
"Don't bother with someone like that." Garret said softly as he also got ready to bat.
Noah shook his head. "I definitely won't. His kind of attitude and lack of skill can only get him so far. I'm fine. I just feel bad for the others who look up to him or think he's good. I even feel bad for Ethan." He rolled his eyes. "I just need to forget about it. One more inning to go."
Garret slapped him on the shoulder. "Good to see you maturing. Once upon a time, you would have made your snide remarks heard."
Noah smirked. "I let my attitude out on the mound. That was enough."
Garret looked to me. "Ready?"
