"Do you...get picked on? At school?" Jeremy asked.
"Not with me around." Noah puffed out his chest.
"It's just normal school stuff." I told him. With a few exceptions. "It's not because of you."
"Then why?" He stood up. "You're quiet and a good ball player. There shouldn't be any problems."
I blushed.
"He's a freshman on the varsity team." Noah rolled his eyes. "There's bound to be a player or two that disagrees."
"But, he's so good." Jeremy complimented me further, making my face feel like it was on fire. "I saw Monday's game. Jake, I was impressed. You can hit from both side with such fluid motions. I really wanted to ask, how?"
"Practice." I muttered, looking away.
