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Strike Three on My Dignity

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The hat was my only defense. A beat-up Padres cap that had seen better days, currently doing overtime to hide the fact that I'd attempted to straighten my hair that morning and ended up looking like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket instead.

"You gonna take it off or what?" Marcus asked, sliding into the seat beside me. His baseball uniform was pristine, his hair perfectly messy in that way that made my stomach do that annoying fluttery thing.

"Hard pass," I muttered, pulling the brim lower. "Trust me, nobody wants to see this disaster."

The baseball field stretched out before us, lights flickering on as dusk painted the sky in bruises of purple and orange. Perfect evening for a game. Perfect evening for my crush to finally notice me as something other than "Jake's little sister" – if I could stop being a coward for five seconds.

Then came the rumble. Deep and ominous, like the universe was laughing at my plans.

"That's just thunder," Jake called from the pitcher's mound, loud enough for half the county to hear. "Play ball!"

But it wasn't just thunder. A jagged streak of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating everything in this weird flash-frame moment – Marcus's concerned expression, my white-knuckle grip on the hat, the way everyone suddenly stopped moving.

"Game's called!" the umpire shouted.

And then, because the universe apparently hated me: wind. Like, aggressive, personal wind. It didn't just breeze through – it targeted me specifically. My hat flew off my head, tumbling across the ground like my dignity right along with it.

My hair exploded outward. Poof. Everywhere.

Marcus stared. I wanted to die.

"Whoa," he said.

I scrambled after the hat, face burning. "Yep. That happened. You saw nothing."

He caught my wrist as I reached for it. "I was gonna say... I kinda like it."

I blinked. Rain started coming down, huge drops that soaked through everything in seconds. Marcus didn't let go.

"Seriously," he said, grinning. "It's got... character."

Maybe the lightning hadn't just struck the sky after all.