Eli Lawless's Story

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As far as head knew, the ball was still rolling in the outfield as he neared Ari, who stood with an anxious expression on her face. His foot hit third base, the one she was guarding, but barely remained on it, as he continued running, now with his eyes set on home plate. So in the zone, he only focused on running, and it wasn't until Mr. Lessig's deep voice hollered out that he had made it home and was safe, that Timothy's senses kicked in again and he allowed himself to focus more on the rest of the chatter going on on the field. He had missed Katherine being caught clueless, Bas stepping in to make an attempt at saving the game for his team, and in turn, receiving undeserved anger from the brunette. It wasn't until after he had caught a water bottle from a teammate who threw one in his direction, that he tuned in to Eli throwing a hissy fit over his loss. Just because Timothy knew Elijah, he could do nothing more than laugh when his best friend walked towards him and attempted to justify his team losing. Eli was lucky that Tim was the kind of guy who just rolled with things, and rarely got worked up over anything, because even his attempts at trash talking Katherine had Timothy just shaking his head in amusement. "Whatever, man. It's just a game," he called out after the boy who was already walking back towards the campus. Once they reached the locker rooms and were out of the watchful eyes of their teacher, Tim would find it easier to taunt Eli over the loss more, but for now, in public, he was happy with appearing like the bigger person.

With that in mind, after chugging the water bottle that had been tossed to him, Tim plucked an unopen one from the sideline and made his way over to the sophomore who was coming off the field from first base. "Castiel!" he called out, knowing that was what Tristan went by mostly. "Nice kick, man. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have been able to send Eli crying all the way back to the locker room," he grinned, pointing to the fellow blonde who was storming off the field. "You know, I'm having some people over tomorrow for a party, and you're welcome to come. It's a stoplight theme, so basically, if you wanna hookup with someone, come wearing green." Admittedly, Timothy wouldn't have thought to invite Tristan had he just not become the center of attention for the moment with this kick. Tristan didn't seem like the biggest social butterfly, but anyone who could give Timothy a reason to piss Eli off in a playful way earned some respect in his book, and knowing that Tristan had managed to make A-list friends anyway, inviting him seemed like a harmless endeavor. He would have continued chatting with Tristan had Samuel Youngblood not come into his line of view. Distracted now from Tristan, Timothy took a few steps towards Sam, who he would consider a friend, though not a close one. "Not sure if you already got the memo from Kat or someone, but I better see you at my place tomorrow night too, dude," he said, assuming that Sam had overheard some of what he had said to Tristan. Noticing Zara near him, too, Timothy smirked. "And Zara, as long as you remember that I'm taken and that means you'll have to muster up enough self control to keep your hands off of me, than you're more than welcome to stop by too." Truthfully, Zara had been the one to reject him a few years ago, and though Timothy obviously wasn't bitter enough about it that he still wanted to hook up with her now, he couldn't help but to let his ego tell his version of the story, sometimes.