Chapter Twelve
Megan was the one who’d called out.
Behind her, closing in on the Wildcats, was Christopher, Michael, Leah, Colt, and Libby.
“Hey, guys,” Katie said.
“Hey!” Megan said, the serious look gone from her face, her usual smile back. “Practicing?”
“Yep,” Katie said.
“We are, too,” Libby said.
“Y’all only have six players,” Eli pointed out.
“We have a seventh,” Libby said with a mischievous grin. She didn’t elaborate any further on that, instead saying, “So, we love y’all. Of course. But we thought it would be fun to have a rivalry leading up to the game.”
The Wildcats laughed.
“What kind of rivalry?” Eli asked.
“Like they do in professional sports,” Megan explained. “Talk is really heating up around town. Rumor has it people are placing bets—diaper bets—on who will win the game. Why not play it up?”
“Who’s betting?” Katie said.
It was Libby who answered. “Well, I know April bet Brendalyn a case of Mountainville Supremes that y’all would beat us.”
“We appreciate the vote of confidence,” Katie said.
“There are other bets,” Libby said. “Plenty laying diapers down on us.”
“What’s the line?” Eli said.
Colt grinned. “Two and a half us.”
“Why?” Eli said.
“Because I was a pro athlete,” Colt said.
“Just baseball,” Eli said. “That doesn’t count!”
“Hey!” Colt said.
Eli grinned.
“Sounds like we have us a rivalry alright,” Libby said. “So, with that in mind, let ‘em have it!”
At that moment, an old friend swung down from a nearby tree, a paint blaster in her hands.
Natasha was back in Mountainville.
And she came to cause trouble.