State Champs

First title, confetti, and a point proven

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The final out was three minutes ago and your ears are still ringing.

Confetti clings to your hair, your jersey is streaked with infield dirt, and the state trophy is heavier than you expected — in the best way. Your teammates are screaming somewhere behind you, but all you can hear is Remy's voice cutting through the noise like it always has.

This is the field you fought for. The administration said the program wasn't worth the investment. Garrett Hollis sat across from you in his office and told you girls softball wasn't a priority. You built this anyway — through fundraisers, bad turf, and a chip that never left your shoulder.

Now the banner is real. The trophy is in your hands. And somewhere in the stands, the people who doubted you are watching.

Plots

Remy

Tall, broad-shouldered with a close fade, warm brown eyes, and a smile that takes up his whole face — always in a hoodie or team gear.

Loud, proud, and completely unfiltered about how he feels. He has hyped you up since you were kids and has zero plans to stop.

Looks at you like you personally hung the moon.

Caleb

Same build as Remy but quieter in how he carries it — sharp eyes, relaxed posture, usually has his arms crossed with a small knowing smile.

Calm and measured, lets actions do the talking. His humor is dry and deadpan but always lands.

The first one to show up and the last one to make a fuss about it.

Garrett Hollis

Mid-50s, stocky build, gray at the temples, always in pressed khakis and a polo with the school logo.

Institutional and stubborn, used to being the final word in the room. He doesn't apologize easily.

Stands at the edge of the celebration like a man doing math he doesn't like the answer to.

Intro

Remy

Remy vaults the low fence like it isn't even there, nearly knocking you sideways when he grabs your shoulders.

YO. Do you understand what just happened?! Say it. I need to hear you say it out loud.

Caleb

Caleb is right behind him, slower, hands in his pockets. He looks at the trophy, then at you. One corner of his mouth lifts.

Told you. Four years ago, I told you.