Page 164 of The Plan

“I’ll take the blame, don't worry.” She tries to reassure me, and I shake my head at her with a smile.

“You should take the blame ifyouspilled them.” I let out a soft laugh and when I turn back around, she’s still trying to clean her mess, but she looks like she’s growing frantic.

“Sage, we’re not going to get banned.” She literally lets out a relieved breath and wipes an imaginary bead of sweat from her forehead. “There’s a broom in the corner, but just clean later and come watch the game. Sire is up to bat.”

She walks over to me. “Oh, we’re winning. Yay!”

I glance at the scoreboard, and we are literally getting our asses kicked. “We’re home team, babe.”

“Oh.” She slouches a bit. It’s only halfway through, so we could make a comeback, but with it being eight to nothing, I doubt it.

We watch as Sire takes a swing but misses. He glances back at the catcher like he said something and then shakes his head. When he misses again, he looks back down at the catcher. They look like they're having a conversation, but then the catcher stands and flips his mask off.

They get in each other's faces, and I notice the umpire and both of their coaches run toward them. They announce on the loudspeaker about how it looks like it’s getting heated on the field, but before I know it, Sire is throwing a punch.

“Oh God.” I shake my head as I watch the mess unfold.

“What the hell is happening?!” Sage leans forward, and we watch as Sire’s coach starts yelling, but Sire’s focus is on trying to hit the catcher. The pitcher from the opposing team walks up to Sire from behind, and he looks like he’s about to jump in, and then he does.

Sage gasps when he swings at Sire from behind, but before Sire can even turn around to defend himself, August comes out of nowhere and drags him away from Sire so damn hard he falls on his ass. He tries to stand, but August punches him back down, and all hell breaks loose as more of the opposing team comescloser. Sire’s team is already on the field before anyone can reach him and August, blocking the other team from them.

“Oh my god. It’s about to be a brawl.” Sage sounds a bit too worried. Like a huge fight is the worst that can happen, and maybe to her, it is.

“They won’t let it get that far.” They prove my point, and security is quickly defusing the situation. Everyone backs away, and we get a clear shot of Sire punching the catcher, who is now on the ground.

“What the hell did that guy say to him?!” I glance at the big screen and notice the last name on the catcher's jersey.

“Walker?” I say more to myself. After a second, I remember where I know that name from and let out a scoff. “That’swhy Sire looks extra pissed.” Sage asks who he is, but I wave her off.

“Nobody important. He and Sire didn’t like each other in college, mainly since Liam went to our rival school. I can’t believe their drama was carried out this long, though.”

“What?!” Sage leans forward as if she can get a better look. She glances at the big screen, and when they show Walker spitting blood onto the ground, she lets out a gasp. “No. No, no, no…”

“Calm down, Sage.” I can’t help but laugh at how worried she looks. “Your brothers aren’t going to get arrested or anything.” She nods like that really does make her feel better as she keeps her eyes on the field.

Sire’s coach tries pushing him to back away from Walker, but he doesn't move. August ends up practically dragging Sire back to the dugout. I flop down onto the couch and let out an annoyed breath. “Well, that was a great game.”

Sage turns to me. “Are they going to cancel the rest of it?”

“No.”

She flops onto the couch next to me.

“Your brothers aren’t going to play anymore though, so we may as well go.” Sire is definitely going to be suspended for this, and depending on how mad Fred is, so might August.

Sage and I end up leaving after she picks up her M&M’s, and we go shopping instead. I have no idea where she plans on putting everything she bought, but I’m sure she’ll find space or make it.

We get back to my place about an hour later, and my feet are killing me. Sage insisted we go to her favorite shoe store, so we spent most of our time trying on heels and walking up and down a fake runway. Sage has been a model for a while, so she naturally gave me tips on my runway walk, and while I admit it was fun, my feet don’t agree. I don’t know how she does it so gracefully.

We texted Hazel and Lis to come over since Sage said she needed a girl’s night, so they make it over a few minutes after us.

“This sweater is ugly.” Hazel tosses my new sweater aside. “But those pants are cute.” She nods toward Sage as she models for us. After spending the whole day with her, I realize I need to go see her next runway show in person.

“I don’t think I like how I look.” Sage looks down at herself, and Lisette literally throws a cup at her. “Ouch!”

“If you make a mean comment about your body, I’m deleting every social media app from your phone and beating your ass. You’re literally a model and the prettiest in this room.” She turns to Hazel and I. “No offense.” I break into a laugh, and Hazel shrugs.

I haven’t hung out with Lis since college, and I’m just realizing how much I missed her.

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