Not Us, Not Ever

1. The Game.

        "Olly!"I heard my mom call from the bottom of the stairs, "Breakfast!" I groaned and got out of bed. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. Normal hygiene stuff. I put on a loose fitting basketball jersey and jeans. I trotted downstairs and sat at the dining table. Dad came down in his business suit after I sat and ruffled my hair and sat next to me and mother placed a plate in front of me with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He's a manager a worldwide known restaurant. My mother is a doctor.

        "Thanks, mom." I smiled at her and dug in.

        "No problem, hon. Besides, You've got a game today. You need the energy. I'm going to go get ready. When I come down we're going okay?"

        I nodded and continued eating. How could I forget I had a today after school? I'll tell you how - I couldn't. I was one of three important people on our team. I was an all-round great player (words of my coach), then there was the perfect pitcher, Jacob, and then there's Hunter, the perfect hit.

        "Kid, you're going to do well. You know that, right?" My dad encouraged. I had food in my mouth, so I nodded. "When I was young," He started off. Oh boy, here we go again. The story of how he was a baseball player until he broke his leg and it didn't recover completely correctly, "I used to play baseball, myself. I was just as good as you until my leg gave out. I still have an achy knee.  The baseball genetics were passed on to you to live out my legacy." He joked, but was semi-serious. My dad didn't force me into playing, if that's what you're thinking. I wanted to do it on my own.

        I swallowed the last bit of my food, "Don't worry. I won't let you down or coach. I've got this." I assured.

        He smiled proudly at me, "One day, you're gonna get to big for britches. All the stardom, fame, and women are going to get to you. Speaking of women, have you found one for yourself yet?"

        "Dad!" I exclaimed out of embarrassment. My love life isn't something I can openly talk about with my parents even if it was acceptable.

        "What? I'm just asking." He laughed.

        My mom came downstairs dressed in hospital scrubs, "Enough, Harold, you're embarrassing the boy."

        "Man. I'm embarrassing a man. He's 18 years old. He's not a boy anymore." He justified. They're talking about me like I'm not here.

        My mom rolled her eyes and turned towards me, "Time to go, young man," she looked out the side of her eye at dad and emphasized the "young man" part.

        "Sure." I said getting up and placing my plate in the sink and rinsed it. I picked up my bag and went outside before my parents. Since we owned two cars, dad drove his to work and mom drove me to school then herself to work.

        At school, Hunter, Riley, and Lily were all sitting at the usual spot in the student lounge. They were all talking about something when I got there, so I pulled up a chair and sat with the back of it facing my chest and waited for them to be finished talking.

        "Why do boys always thinks it's cool to sit backwards in a chair?" Lily complained.

        I shortly mocked, "Because we can. It'd be unladylike for a girl to do it so you don't know the comfort," I teased.

        The guys started lightly laughing and then they both said their hello's. I said my hello's back. "Ready for the game?" Hunter asked.

        "I guess. Not really like I have a choice, either."

        "You'll be fine. Don't be a puss." Riley said, "Besides, even if you do mess up you'll still be coach's favorite."

        "I accidentally promised my dad I wouldn't screw up the game this morning."