CHAPTER TWO
LIESEL
My phone buzzes with text after text from my brothers while I stand in line at the check-in counterat the Desert Oasis Resort, where the Firebirds baseball organization is holding meetings. They’ve been fired up since I texted them about my encounter in the airport.
Logan
Man, I hate that guy.
Lucas
He’s everything that’s wrong with dudes.
And baseball.
And probably, like, toothpaste.
Logan
What?
Liesel
What?
Lucas
You know what I mean. He can make even normal stuff bad.
Logan
But toothpaste is toothpaste. It doesn’t matter if he uses it.
Liesel
Yeah, I’m not feeling it.
Lucas
You’d better not feel it.
And by it, I mean him.
Liesel
GROSS.
Like I want to *feel* Cooper Kellogg?
Logan
You sure about that?
Lucas
*snort*
Liesel
