Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains novel Chapter 59

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A Pine with Jace

A Ride With Jace

Victoria’s POV

“He knows he’s doing dirt, and he don’t care. He loves standard layout, he loves text.

I softly mumbled the lyrics to Camila Cabello’s “Havana,” my head bobbing slightly as I scanned through a mountain of definitions and theories.

The acoustic melody filled the quiet corners of my room, creating a rare pocket of peace in my otherwise hectic afternoon.

A sharp, digital chime broke through the audio, abruptly pausing the track. My brows knit together in an instant frown.

I hated having my focus snapped, but the second I flipped my phone over and looked at the lock screen, the irritation completely evaporated.

A green notification banner was staring back at me. Willow sent you $500.00 via Cash App.

My jaw dropped. A massive, breathless smile split across my face, and for a second, I couldn’t even process the numbers.

Five hundred dollars. I didn’t even bother restarting the music; I immediately clicked out of the app and dialed my sister’s number.

She picked up on the second ring.

“Before you start screaming,” Willow’s voice came through the speaker, entirely cool and breezy, as if she hadn’t just salvaged my entire monthly budget, “I had some extra commission from the gallery showcase this week, and I knew your pathetic bank account was probably crying for help.”

“Willow, oh my god,” I breathed, clutching the phone tightly against my ear. “Are you secretly robbing a bank? Because I will absolutely be your accomplice if it means keeping this money.”

“Please, I have far too much style for prison jumpsuits,” she snorted. “Just take it before your bank account officially hits negative numbers.”

“Yeah, go ahead and rub it in my face that I’m completely broke,” I countered, though I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face.

She laughed.

“Well, that’s exactly what older sisters are for. Anyway, I have to run. Talk to you later.”

“Thank you. Seriously, Willow,” I said, the heavy knot that had been sitting in my chest for days finally loosening. “You are the absolute best.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go study,” she urged affectionately, hanging up before I could get any

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more sentimental.

I set the phone down, silently sending up a massive prayer of gratitude for her.

had literally been down to my last penny, counting coins just to figure out if I could afford a decent lunch at the student union.

My first priority was completely clear: I needed to settle up with the mechanic. But as I glanced toward my desk, my shoulders slumped again.

The money would cover my outstanding balance, but I still had to pay out of pocket to completely replace the passenger window those terrifying men had smashed that night.

I let out a soft sigh, rubbing my temples. The window replacement would just have to

wait.

I picked up the phone again and dialed the garage.

“Jimmy’s Auto Body,” a gruff voice answered after a lengthy pause.

“Hey, Jimmy, it’s Victoria Rhodes. The girl with the old Civic.”

“Ah, the disastrous vehicle,” Jimmy grunted, a rough chuckle scraping through his throat. “Don’t tell me. You’re calling to ask if you can pay me in library tokens and good vibes again?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” I shot back, a small smile touching my lips. “Actually, I’m calling because I finally have the funds. I want to send over your money right now so I can come pick up my transmitter.”

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