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idea how good hearing that makes me feel. Thanks baby.”
    Baby?
    Nobody called me that but James. Wait, what? Screw James, hello Dean! I smiled back, tightening my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to his, feeling his hard body now.
    “Do you play sports?” I asked out of nowhere. His face lightened up.
    “Yeah, I play.” He stated.
    “Well?” I asked impatiently. “What sport?”
    He smiled big, showcasing all his teeth. He had a great smile.
    “Baseball.” He replied breathily. “I’m a pitcher.”
    My eyes widened at Baseball. Not another one!
    What was going on? Was there something about me that attracted a certain athletic group? Okay two guys didn’t mean anything. It was merely just a coincidence that for the first time in my life, having the attention of two cute guys, they’d just happened to play Baseball.
    But James didn’t pitch, he batted. So there you go, the difference.
    “Are you a batter too?” I asked him. I knew jack shit about Baseball, just the bare minimum.
    “Nah, when I played during freshman year, I batted in a few games, but my strengths lay better in pitching.” He explained.
    “Are you the star pitcher at your school?” I asked him and was awarded with a prize winning smile.
    And here we go again.
    Hello Mr. Arrogance…number two!
    “But of course.” He replied as any champion would, with power and confidence. He knew who he was. So here’s where I was getting confused, and I had hoped I wouldn’t do this to myself, but what the hell was he doing here with me if he was a champion? Clearly a champion would want to be dancing the night away with a girl equivalent of a prize.
    Was I a prize?
    My gut reaction, my first instinct, I wasn’t one. Damn it, I wished I could boast myself up, grow my ego, pretend even. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror and say ‘you’re worthy of dancing with a champion’ .
    So this had to end.
    I tightened my hold around his neck and he quickly replicated that action around my waist. I was going savor every second of this moment and when the song finished, I was going to let go.
    “This was nice.” I told him softly. His blue eyes peered into mine, making my insides melt.
    Oh why?
    Why did it have to end?
    It just began.
    For once in my life, why couldn’t I just let go and let things happen without worrying about the repercussions? I knew the answer to that, because I had let go. I let go at lunch today and ended up feeling the lowest I’d ever felt.
    Feeling used and dissed.
    Left high and dry.
    Dined and dashed.
    It was a message from the universe, stop trusting cute Baseball players, they’re just going to treat you like garbage, but disguise it as something else.
    I wasn’t going to be blind anymore. I wasn’t going to allow someone to confuse me or play with my emotions as if I didn’t have any.
    Not anymore.
    There were no more plans of any junk food binges, so there had to be no more stupid mistakes. That meant in less than thirty seconds, me and Dean Baseball player, pitcher extraordinaire, had to say goodbye forever.
    God, I was dramatic!
    The beautiful feeling of being in his arms had to go away. I had to prepare my body with less than twenty seconds to go.
    First things first, stop staring into his beautiful blue eyes.
    Check.
    Fifteen seconds.
    Next, move my body a few inches away from his. I felt my body grow cold instantly without his heat.
    Check.
    Ten seconds.
    Next, loosen the hold I have over his neck. I loosened the hold and I could feel his eyes on me, questioning my movements. “Everything okay?” He murmured.
    “Yeah, everything’s cool.” I said, glancing around the room, anywhere but his eyes.
    Five seconds.
    My hands moved down, no longer holding his neck. They clasped his shoulder blades for the last seconds of the song.
    One second.
    The song finished, quickly morphing into dance track. Couples around us broke apart and started dancing wildly to the new track. I let go