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do that?”
    â€œWell, here’s how it happened,” I started. “So me, Justin, and this senior named
Kendall on the baseball team were walking through the hallways. Kendall sees a girl
who he thinks is a virgin and tells me that’s my girl. Then he shows Justin who his
girl is. So, long story short, I started talking to the girl and found out her name
was Christy. I got her number and we started talking. She was kinda cute and quiet,
and we eventually had sex. I mean, I didn’t know much about her and I didn’t really
care. I just wanted to go hang around the seniors.”
    â€œSo you couldn’t just lie and say you took her virginity?” Lea asked.
    â€œI could have, but those guys were like my brothers,” I explained. “I didn’t want
to lie to them, but I kinda wish I had, because she started acting different.” I
related to Lea what I’d said to Justin and Christy, and what had happened to my leg:
    â€œSo she just comes to the games and stares at you like that?” Justin asked.
    â€œYeah, this is like the third game that she’s been to,” I told him. “She always comes
by herself and just sits there staring.”
    â€œHave you talked to her?” Justin asked.
    â€œNah, she calls, but I just ignore her.”
    â€œWell, my friend,” Justin said, smiling. “As I said, sounds like you might have a
stalker on your hands.”
    â€œStrike three!” the umpire yelled.
    â€œDammit!” Coach Jessup yelled out. “Adrian! Batter’s box!”
    I picked up my bat and batting helmet and headed toward the batter’s box. I took
a few practice swings. I tried my hardest not to look over at Christy. I took a few
more practice swings. I gave a quick glance and saw Christy still staring at me.
This was getting beyond creepy now.
    â€œStrike two!” the umpire yelled at my teammate Brooks.
    â€œCome on, Brooks!” Coach Jessup yelled.
    I took a few more practice swings.
    â€œStrike three!” the umpire yelled.
    Brooks walked back to the dugout with his head down.
    â€œAll right, Adrian!” Coach Jessup yelled. “It’s up to you!”
    I walked slowly to home plate. I took two more practice swings. Then I looked over
at Christy, who was staring and frowning. I shook my head, then looked at the pitcher.
    â€œCome on, Adriaaan!” Greedy yelled from the bleachers.
    The pitcher looked over at the runner on first base. He threw the pitch, and I swung
but missed.
    â€œStrike one!” the umpire yelled.
    The pitcher looked over his shoulder again at the runner on first. He threw the ball,
and I swung and hit it. A foul ball.
    â€œFoul ball!” the umpire yelled.
    The umpire threw a ball out to the pitcher. The pitcher got a feel of the ball, then
looked for the sign from the catcher. I kept my eyes on the pitcher, then quickly
looked over at Christy. She was frowning even harder now.
    The pitcher threw the ball and I swung—it was a ground ball between the shortstop
and the second baseman. The crowd went crazy.
    With all my might I started running toward first base. Suddenly, I felt a rip through
my leg.
    â€œAhhhhh!” I screamed out as I fell to the ground. Pain shot up all through my body.
All I could do was grab my leg in agony.
    Later that evening, I was fast asleep, with a cast around my leg. The phone rang,
waking me up.
    â€œHello,” I answered.
    There was a short pause on the phone.
    â€œAdrian,” Christy finally said.
    â€œYeah,” I responded.
    â€œI really need to talk with you,” Christy said in a shaky voice. “I really need you
here with me.”
    â€œWhat?” I replied, angrily. “Didn’t you see what happened to me tonight? My leg is
in a cast! How do you expect—”
    â€œAdrian, I know,” Christy replied. “And I’m sorry. Just meet me at the hospital.”
    â€œI just left the hospital,”