Jason and Noah talked about the teams that were great last year, those that had a chance to win the whole thing this year, who retired, who was traded, and who might make their major league debut. They went back and forth for too long, and Coach caught us just standing around, talking.
"Noah! Jake! Over here now!" Coach's stern voice made me shiver and I definitely didn't want to go over.
"Busted." Jason whispered, as we left him in the dugout.
We jogged out to coach as he glared at us. Once we stopped in front of him, he started to rant. "It's bad enough you owed Zeke laps and didn't do them on your own time. Now you're basically skipping practice just to chat away with Jason. News flash, you can chat with him in your free time, that's why there's cell phones. Even though you're both freshman, you should still be focused on the task at hand. We have Wednesday's game to prepare for. Do you want me to bench you both?!"
I quivered with fear and stepped behind Noah to hide.
