The TV lights reflected off the mirror of my closet door, bouncing into my eyes. I couldn't go to sleep. I never could. My TV usually helped but not tonight.

I flopped onto my other side and caught a glimpse of what was on the TV. A weird infomercial about pans played on as I buried my head under my pillow. It was much cooler under there, and the rest of my limbs stuck out of the covers. I wished my fan hadn't stopped working. I really needed it.

I pulled my head out of the covers. A noise ricocheted across my ears. Was it just the wind hitting the tree outside my window? It happened again, but I didn't hear any wind.

My heart raced as I slid out of bed. I tiptoed to my closet and grabbed my softball bat, holding it close to me. A light shone outside of my window, and it created shapes across the wall of my room.

I threw the window open and glanced around. No one was perched in the branches of the tree. That was good, but that could also mean they broke into our downstairs. I knew the living room was directly below my room.

"Cat!"

I screamed. The bat tumbled out of my hands before I gripped the sill. My momentum drew me forward, but I forced myself to stop falling out of the window. A flashlight pierced my eyes, and I cried out when stars shone on my vision.

"Cat, calm down," he said.

"Harvey?" I hissed, blinking hard. "Is that you?"

"Who else would be out here at midnight with two burritos?"

"You got me a burrito?"

"Two of them."

"You are the best!"

I could finally see him. His light hair was cropped close to his scalp on the side, but it was literally a mop on the top. Two things were situated in his hands, and I realized they were my burritos. 

"Do you think I can throw these up to you?"

"What? No! You'll ruin my babies!"

"No, I won't." He pretended to throw them up, and I gasped, reaching out toward them. "I'm on the baseball team."

"And I'm on the softball team," I retorted. "I still don't think you can do it."

He tapped his chin with one of them. "You want to know what I'm thinking?"

"What?"

"You aren't worried about me making it. You're worried that you won't be able to catch them."

My mouth opened in shock. "How dare you?"

"How dare I what?"

"I play third base, Harvey. I catch for a living." I paused, heart hammering in my chest for the safety of my babies. "You're not the pitcher on the team."

He seemed to be getting annoyed with me. His posture changed as he crossed his arms. I caught sight of my burritos in his hands. "Just come down here so you can get them."

"Thank you."

I quickly scanned my room for my robe, but I couldn't see it anywhere. I was pretty sure Mom washed it. Maybe she didn't bring it up here yet. 

I headed downstairs as quietly as I could. I was surprised Beckett or Mom didn't wake up when I screamed. They were usually light sleepers. I went straight to the back door and slipped out. The cool air felt great on my bare skin. Maybe I could leave my window open while I slept.

"You took your time."

I jumped at the sound of his voice. He stepped out of the shadows and held my burritos out to me. I gratefully accepted them as I said, "I'm sorry. I don't want my mom to find me out here in the middle of the night with a guy."

"She knows who I am."

"She doesn't trust you. Or me."

He scoffed. "She knows we're best friends. I would never date you."

For some reason, I felt sad after hearing that. I brushed it off and said, "Same here."

He stared at me, and I glanced down. My shirt dropped lower than my shorts reached on my thighs, so I yanked them down a little. I didn't know why I suddenly felt uncomfortable with him looking at me like that.

"You really drove fifteen minutes to bring me some burritos?" I asked instead, crossing my own arms over my chest. 

"You said you were hungry."

"Like five hours ago."

"I still had to do my homework. And help Mom with laundry and bring out the trash and -"

"You were busy. Why did you spend so much time talking to me?"

He shrugged. Suddenly, he wouldn't look at me. His eyes focused on something just beyond my shoulder as he muttered, "I wanted to talk to you."

He was acting very weird, but I didn't push him. I was way too tired. Plus, the burritos smelled delicious.

I pulled him into a hug. "Thanks for the burritos."

"You're welcome, Cat."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be burying my face in one of these burritos."

He chuckled and shook his head. "You are ridiculous."

"I think you meant ridiculously beautiful," I replied, winking.

"Who knows."

Harvey turned on his heel and ambled toward his car. I watched him walk away from me, wondering why my heart raced throughout our whole conversation.

When he sped away, I finally grabbed my softball bat and headed inside. I was so happy that Mom didn't wake up that I ignored the light in the kitchen.

"What were you doing?"

I screamed again when I realized Mom was sitting at the island. A cup was settled in her hands, and a look was on her face.

"Hi, Mom," I said, waving slightly. My hands were full, so I set the bat in the corner. "Do you want a burrito?"

"Did Harvey bring that to you?"

"Yeah. I burned my mac and cheese earlier."

"And he brought burritos to you in the middle of the night?"

"He was busy." She continued to stare at me, and I squirmed under her gaze. "Can I go to bed now?"

"Of course."

I climbed the stairs and slipped into my room. Opening the wrapper on my burrito, I took a bite. I closed my eyes. It tasted delicious. I was definitely glad he brought them to me.
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Sunlight trickled in through my open window. That should've been the moment I realized I was late, but, unfortunately for me, bed was way too comfortable. I snuggled into my pillow just as someone thudded up the stairs.

"Catherine! What are you still doing here?"

I jerked up as Dad burst through my door. Dad was never home when I got up for school. A wrapper crunched under my hand as I sat up, and I fully understood why he was acting like that. I shouldn't have been in bed at seven in the morning. I should've been in school, at weights, training for softball.

"Why didn't Mom wake me up?" I jumped out of bed and some lettuce fell out of my hair. How had I fallen asleep while eating the burrito? I glanced in the mirror and almost died inside. Food was everywhere on me. "Where's Beckett?"

"I'm guessing on the bus."

I groaned. "Do you think I have time to shower?"

"I think you should shower anyway." He eyed me. "Where'd you get the burrito?"

"Harvey brought it for me. Excuse me, I gotta get ready."

I flew past him and into the bathroom. Thankfully, my towel was already hung up on the door. I stripped down quickly and stepped into the shower. Turning the handle all the way, I dodged the water and threw up my hair. I definitely didn't have time to wash it today.

In about two minutes, I was already out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and raced toward my room when my wet foot slipped on the hardwood. I screamed and then groaned when I hit the ground. My shoulder erupted in pain.

"Cat?"

Before my dad could see anything, I rolled onto my side and shoved the towel around my bottom half. I leaned against the banister as Dad bent down to look at me.

"Are you okay?"

Resting my head against the wood, I shook my head. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

"I think the softball girls will understand why you're late."

"Yeah, but Coach won't."

"Why?"

"She expects us to go to every single game and weights and practice. If we don't go to five of them, we get kicked off the team."

He frowned. "Is this coach new?"

"Yes. And we all hate her."

"What happened to Coach Henry?"

"She got a better job at a different school." I stood up with his help. "Thanks."

He nodded. There were circles under his dark eyes that surprised me. He was usually very upbeat and happy, but he looked horrible. His brown hair was all over the place, as if he ran a hand through it every single second.

"I'm going to bed, sweetheart," he said, kissing my head. "It was nice seeing you."

"Yeah. You too."

Dad shut the door behind him and left me alone in the hall. I hurried into my room and threw on the first shirt I saw. Sniffing, I gagged. It was definitely dirty. I threw it off and whipped open my closet. A blue shirt hung precariously on the doorknob, so I slipped it on. My shoulder screamed in protest, but I ignored it. I grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled it on.

"Love you, Dad!" I shouted as I ran by his room.

"Love you!"

My backpack sat next to the door and a little note was taped to it. I scanned it and cursed. I didn't even bother to put money into the curse jar. Mom didn't wake me up because I was out at midnight. I crumpled it up and threw it at the trashcan. It missed, but I didn't take the time to pick it up. Instead, I jumped out of the door and toward my car. I threw my backpack in the backseat as I leaped into the driver's side. The car roared to life, and I immediately took off. I weaved around everyone who parked on the street, praying that Coach Kidman decided not to come into weights early today.