CH. 20 -- PETE

"So, you kissed him." Nick says as we throw the ball back and forth. I lick my lips and nod.

"Yeah, sure did. And you weren't lying about his hips or his mouth." I shoot back, and Nick just nods before smiling at me.

"He deserves the world, and if you don't give it to him, someone else will." Nick tells me, and I grit my teeth to stop from saying anything mean to him. "Especially Mr. Gorgeous First Baseman over there."

"Shut up. Patrick doesn't like Gabe." I say, but I know I don't sound very assuring.

"Sure he doesn't. Did we both see what happened last night? Because what happened was Patrick planning to hook up with Gabe in the future." Nick says, and I throw the ball back at him harder than we had been throwing. He catches it with a smile. "What? Don't like the idea of someone else wanting your boy? Get used to it. He's gorgeous, of course guys and girls are going to want him. And there's some girls out there that would sure try to change his mind about being gay."

"Shut the fuck up." I almost yell. It brings attention to the two of us as Nick grins at me. Andy shoots us a worried look.

"Did he get on his knees for you? Did for me." Nick taunts me. I think he can tell I'm mad at him by the way my eyes are twitching. "Look, I'm just fucking with you. No, Patrick never sucked my dick. But just so you know, if he offered, I sure as hell wouldn't be able to tell him no."

"He won't. He's satisfied with what I can give him, Nick." I fire back, and Nick's eyebrows raise as he points at where Patrick is working on his catching drills. Every so often, he takes his helmet off and speaks to Gabe, who is just down the third base line in UC's dugout.

"You sure about that?"

I walk away from Nick and to Patrick. I call for the ball from him as he sets up. The ball I throw is hard and misses the spot he was calling for. Patrick shoots me a confused look as he throws the ball back.

I continue to miss my spots the whole time. Patrick cuts our throwing off short when he jogs out to the mound. "What's wrong?" He asks as he pulls his helmet off.

"Some shit Nick said is all. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." I say, and he shakes his head.

"You sucking this entire game isn't fine. What did he say?" Patrick demands, and I shake my head.

"You don't want to know." I say, and he nods.

"Humour me."

"Uh.. just that you, umm.." I trail off as I lean in closer to him so no one else hears, "that you offered to suck him off."

Patrick's whole body goes still, and his face flushes a bright red. He looks at his feet. "He told you that?"

"He said he was kidding afterwards. I think he just said it to piss me off." I say honestly, and Patrick takes a deep breath.

"I hate him. I hate him so much." Patrick pulls the helmet down over his face before turning to walk off. He decides against it at the last second before raising it again. "No, I didn't suck his fucking dick."

Patrick walks back to the plate and sets up. This time I hit every spot he calls. The throws he throws back to me get harder with every pitch until he stands up and throws his helmet off.

Patrick marches over to Nick and punches him in the face. "Holy shit!" I yell as I run to them. I grab Patrick's arm before he can throw another punch.

Brent comes running over to Nick, whose lip is bleeding badly from his spot on the ground. He turns to Patrick. "Why did you hit him?"

"Don't like the shirt he's wearing." Patrick says simply, shrugging his shoulders. That gets a few laughs from surrounding teammates.

"You're wearing the same shirt." Brent says, and Patrick shrugs again.

"I look good in it." That earns a bunch of 'ooos' and 'burn' and 'roasted' from the team.

"Lemme see your hand." Brent says, and Patrick holds it out. As Brent's looking at Patrick's hand, Nick tries to stand up. "You stay on the ground."

"Why?" Nick asks, and Brent just shushes him as he presses down on Patrick's knuckles. He soon finds out that most of the blood on Patrick's hand is his own and not Nick's.

"Just great." Brent sighs. He signals Coach over then to explain what's just happened. "You're out a catcher and a third baseman."

"What?" Nick and Patrick ask in unison. Patrick glares at Nick as Coach just sighs.

"Bryar, suit up. Dun, you're playing third." Coach says, and he begins to walk off. He stops at Patrick's sound of protest.

"I'm fine!" Patrick insists, and Coach shakes his head.

"Shut up or I'm benching you from tomorrow's game, too." Coach says, and this time he does walk off. Patrick, Brent, and Nick all go to the locker room so Brent can fix the two of them up. They'll probably be fighting again before they even get back out here.

"Bob, let me know when you're ready. I need to throw some more." I say, and Bob nods as he hooks his shin guards on.

"Wentz, come here." Coach calls for me to come over, and I jog to the bucket right outside of the dugout where he's sitting. "What happened?"

"They got in an argument, so to speak, and Patrick has bad anger issues, so he punched Nick." I say, leaving out the details. Coach gives me a 'really' look.

"I want the full story."

"Nick told me that Patrick, uh. That Patrick sucked his dick, and I made the mistake of telling Patrick." I say, and Coach's eyes widen.

"I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that. So was it not true, or was it true and Patrick didn't want anyone to know?" Coach asks, and I shrug my shoulders.

"I think it wasn't true." I say, and Coach nods.

"Okay, that's all I needed to know." Coach dismisses me to throw with Bob after that. I watch him pull out the lineup and scribble something out before writing something else down before focusing on my pitching.

so boom new chap up and nick and trick are fighting

any guesses on what's happening next?