DOIN' STUFF. THINGS.
To say that Geoff was distracted during the practice would’ve been putting it very nicely. It had been obvious from the get-go that he wasn’t on the top of his game, but halfway through the practice he had missed an easy hit and thrown his bat to the ground in frustration, speeding off the pitch.

His head was throbbing, at least in part from the knocking it had taken the night before from the latest batch of people that he owed money to -- but also because he knew he’d hurt Savannah’s feelings. She had been -- and still was, really -- important to him, but he wasn’t going to drag her into the middle of his own stupid problems when things seemed to be lining up for her. As much as he hated to think it, she might actually be happier with Seth. At least he didn’t owe an inordinate amount of money to people who were perfectly ready and willing to ruin his career by ruining one or several of his body parts.

He grunted hard and threw his jersey into his locker sulkily. He knew it was stupid, keeping this thing a secret and not asking anyone who could possibly have bailed him out for help -- but Maggie had her own problems that had just settled down, and it wasn’t as if anyone had made him do these things, right? What business was it of anyone elses’, anyway? He looked into the mirror of his locker out of the corner of his eye.

Idiot, he thought. Stupid, useless idiot.

He’d been playing like one, at least.