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The Bullpen Secret

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Marcus adjusted his battered orange baseball cap, trying to look casual. But his palms were sweating, and not just from the June heat. Today was tryouts for the varsity team, and half the school was watching from the bleachers—including Jordan, whose Instagram stories somehow made everything look golden and effortless.

"Yo, you got this," said Ty, slapping his shoulder. "But uh, your hat's on backward. Again."

Marcus flipped it around. His brain was scrambled. Three nights of insomnia would do that to you. His cat, Luna, had been meowing at 3 AM like she was possessed, keeping him awake with her phantom zoomies. Now he was running on caffeine and pure panic.

Coach Henderson pointed at the bullpen. "Marcus, you're up. Show me what you've got."

The walk to the mound felt endless. Orange clay crunched under his cleats. He could hear whispers—people wondering if the sophomore who'd spent last year on JV was ready for the big leagues.

His first pitch sailed wild. Coach called out, "Stop thinking so hard! Just throw the bull!"

Bull. The team's secret slang for a fastball—no nonsense, pure power. But Marcus's head was spinning. He'd never thrown one in a game before. His specialty was curveballs, the safe choice.

Jordan caught his eye from the dugout. Just a quick look—not a smirk, not encouragement. Just waiting.

Marcus set his feet. He thought about Luna at 3 AM, wild and untamed. He thought about every time he'd played it safe, stayed quiet, taken the easier path.

He wound up and fired.

The ball exploded toward the plate—a perfect, effortless strike. Coach's eyebrows went up. Jordan nodded, actual respect this time.

Three more pitches. Three more bulls. Each one felt like shedding skin.

"Not bad," Coach said, making a note on his clipboard. "See you at practice tomorrow."

Walking back, Marcus's phone buzzed. A DM from Jordan: "Nice hat."

He touched the brim of his orange cap and smiled for the first time all day. Sometimes the scary choices were the ones that made you realize you'd been strong all along.