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just wanted security.  The idea of not having to worry about money was always in our minds.  Maybe when this thing with Tucker was over we could settle down, but for now, I'd just shut down my soul and do whatever it took to wrap that boy around my little finger.
    I opted for a pair of turquoise skinny jeans and layered gray and black tanks.  I slipped my feet in a pair of black flats.  I let my hair air dry and used a little hair product to scrunch up the natural waves that I usually straightened out.  I pulled on a long, three-stranded silver necklace over my head and walked out the door.
    When I arrived at the baseball field, the end of summer air was still thick with humidity.  Even after living here a year, I wasn't used to the weather.  Being only an hour and half south of Chicago, I still missed the cool breezes that blew in off Lake Michigan and hated the stifled breeze out here in the middle of nowhere.  Nick waved at me from the outfield with a smile and pointed over toward a group of girls sitting on the bleachers.  I immediately shook my head at the notion.  He was insane if he thought I was going to sit with them.  I recognized a few of their faces from the party last night.  My guess was they were glorified booty calls or stalkers.  Not gonna happen.   After the dirty looks I received from them last night, I was not about to try and be a part of their group.  I leaned up against the fence behind home plate and watched the practice that was taking place.  All of the guys were in the outfield, so it was hard to recognize who was who.  The only reason I could pick out Nick was because of the tattoos that covered his arms.   Then I saw the Tucker.  His back was to me, but I recognized the way his sweaty hair flipped up around the back of his ball cap.  I fought back the thought of seeing him sweaty in other places, namely the bedroom.
      I wasn't sure what they were doing out there, it just looked like a bunch of guys standing around waiting for something to happen.  Everything I knew about baseball, I'd learned from a Chicago Cubs player one off season, which was pretty much just the metaphors for physical contact.  Unfortunately for him, he rewarded going to second base with a pretty impressive set of diamond earrings and I was out of there like a batter on the third strike.  I never even went to a game.
    “ Come sit with us,” I heard a sweet little voice say from behind me.  I turned around and matched the voice to the girl.  A petite blond with a big smile patted her hand on the bleacher seat next to her. “Those girls are Sigma groupies,” she laughed. “You don't want to sit with them.”  I smiled and climbed the three steps up to where she was sitting.
    “ Thanks.  And you're right.  I do not want to sit with them,” I added, taking the seat she'd offered.
    “ I'm Jenna,” she said as she extended her hand.
    I shook it. “Lila.”
    “Nice to meet you, Lila.  This is Kennedy and Vanessa.” She motioned to the two brunettes sitting next to her.  They greeted me in unison, which normally would have creeped me out, like the two girls in The Shining , but somehow they made it seem endearing.
    “ Nice to meet you,” I repeated.  “Thanks for letting me sit with you.  Those girls rub me the wrong way,” I scoffed and nodded toward to groupie section.
    “ They rub most girls the wrong way,” Kennedy said.
    “ They only rub guys the right way,” Vanessa added, causing us all to laugh.
    “ So, who are you here to watch?” Jenna asked.  Her shiny blond chin-length bob whipped around as she turned her attention back to me.  Her cute, little button nose wrinkled up as she smiled, waiting for my answer.
    “ You don't think I'm just here to enjoy the sport of baseball?” I asked her with a hint of sarcasm.
    “ Well, if you are you came to the wrong place.  Tucker's the only one with any experience. The rest of the guys are pretty pathetic,” she laughed.