Hitting to Win (Over the Fence #2) Read Online Free PDF

high school varsity baseball team as only an eighth grader. It would take over my life, consume everything I’d had going on before. I told my parents if they didn’t let me do it, I’d off myself.
    They’d given in to my love of baseball, that time. I didn’t know how much longer that was going to work.
    The front door opened, the rusty hinges protesting in a squeaky groan, and the TV shook on its stand as Owen stomped in with our other roommate, Clint Bellows. I stayed on the couch, hoping they’d bypass me to go their own rooms. I loved my friends, they were the brothers I’d never had, but lately I wanted nothing to do with them.
    “Hey, bro, what game is this?” Too late. Clint sat down on the right end of our large grey sectional, the cushions sagging under his weight. He was a hefty dude, but for some reason, he’d been trying to work the weight off with two-a-days.
    I ignore him, instead downing the rest of my beer in three long gulps. I chuck the empty can over my shoulder at the recycling bin sitting in the corner by the door.
    “What number ya on there, buddy?” Owen’s checking up on me again.
    “You’re not my fucking father. I know you’re all shacked up now, but doesn’t mean you have to act whipped when Minka’s not around.” I am a prick.
    “Watch the way you talk about my girlfriend, Farris. We get it, you’re a tough prickly son of a bitch now. If you don’t want to see us, why not just move out?”
    Why didn’t I leave? Because…deep down, I wanted someone to fight for me. Fight with me. Do something to show me that I was important to them.
    “Maybe I will, dick.” With that, I get up, walking to fridge and grabbing another cold beer.
    “How are things going with the dance competition twinkle toes?” I hear Clint snickering like a fool.
    Walking back in and reclaiming my spot on the couch, the pop and fizz as I open the can sends another delicious tingle down my spine. “You mean with the princess? Its fine.”
    “Who’s princess? I thought you were dancing with Chloe…” Owen’s confused expression causes me to sneer.
    “Princess is Chloe, dumbass. Mrs. The Sun Shines Out of My Ass. Whatever, she’s good though. But don’t tell her I said that. I think we have a shot to win. And I have a shot at not getting kicked out of Kappa Sig. Which also means I have a shot of not getting beaten to death by my father.”
    On my left, Owen straighten’s up where he’s sitting on the couch. “Hey man, that’s not funny. Does your dad really hit you?”
    I laugh, but it sounds strangled. “Yeah, right. That would mean him ruining a perfectly coiffed inch of his exterior. No, he’d get back at me in some other, more maniacal way. Trust me.” I tilt my head to take a swallow so they can’t see the anguish on my face. The beer feels like broken glass sliding down my throat.
    Owen looks a little taken aback. I don’t talk about my father, ever. I’m not even sure why I’m opening up now. Thankfully, he changes the subject.
    “About Chloe. She’s not a princess, fucker. Far from it. Just because she grew up with money doesn’t make her a horrible person. Something I think someone like you would know.” He pats my shin which is resting on the couch. “Minka told me that when Chloe wasn’t practicing ballet back home, which she did roughly thirty hours a week, she was slinging dough and waiting tables at her family’s restaurant.”
    He gives me that fucking knowing glance that he loves to flash around. Fucking Axel, always trying to get me to take the moral high ground or grow up or some other stupid shit like that.
    "Whatever." I pretend to be scrolling through my phone.
    "Hey, have you talked to Kelsey recently? Minka has been trying to get a hold of her."
    Clint looks at me, Owen's looking at Clint. I snort. "Pretty sure that one's directed at you, lover boy." Clint's ears turn pink when I point at him.
    "Shut up, Farris. We're friends, she's a great girl. And yeah, I