Chapter 9 : Locked In

Sharon’s POV

I watched Derrick from across the baseball field, my arms folded over my chest as I leaned against the metal bleachers. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass, making the scene look almost picturesque. Derrick was speaking to Chloris again. Her blond hair shimmered under the sunlight, her posture perfect as she stood with one hand on her hip, her face fixed in an expression of something between annoyance and fake interest.

I couldn’t hear their conversation from where I stood, but I didn’t need to. After Derrick confronted me about the way I dressed on the field, he started paying more attention to me. He flirted with me when Chloris wasn't looking and was generally nicer to me. It was as if he was intrigued by my moxy—if I could even call it that. He liked this rebellious side of me; fortunately for him, I had plenty of it to give.