As much as he didn't want to think it, the thought kept slipping in beyond his wards – she had been lying this entire time. She had been some random from Michigan that'd been living out a dream on New Year's, getting with some random guy. She'd hidden on the stoop of that brick home when he'd dropped her off, and this entire time, he was being catfished. Kyle Davidson, full-ride scholarship to Texas A&M, future Yankees pitcher and pitching prodigy... Had been catfished.
There was an itch at the tips of his fingers to get his phone and text her. To see why in Hell she had even led him on to believe that there was a chance. An hour? She'd repeated the times to him! Multiple times. Any other time, he'd take it with grace, but Kaden was always assertive about her timeliness. It was why they worked... Or maybe, what she pushed on her agenda to reel him in.
"Near third," his coach leaned in to tell him. Again, they all thought he was scoping out the scouts. His parents sat right in the middle, as they always did. The optimal seating for harnessing the feedback he always sought. "Spotted," Kyle responded, not giving away that the focus he had was for a girl catfishing him and not the human who would determine his lineage into the Yankees as he was here for. Another sigh resonated, surely the fiftieth for the last twenty minutes. "Bullpen?" he asked, knowing he would have to begin his pony show whether he was in the mood for it, or not. Before a response could sound, Kyle made his way out of the dugout, shoulders back and irritation on full display.