The Calling

Weston

"Are you coming back to bed Wes?"

"Wes?"

As I'm sitting in the bathroom waiting for Alyssa? No Alex? Wait, what was her name? Don't know, all I know is that I'm at our house, I just fucked some random girl from the party downstairs, and now I'm in the bathroom waiting for her to leave.

I know, dick move. But what was I supposed to do? This happens all the time and I instantly regret it afterwards. I need to just avoid girls from now on. Okay maybe not every girl but come on Wes just because they have a pussy doesn't mean I need to get inside everyone I see.

I take off the used condoms and flush it down the toilet before pressing my face up against the door to see if I hear anything.

"Fuck you Wes your such an asshole," I hear the mystery girl from my bedroom yell before I hear my door slam shut. I exhale the breath I was holding before stepping out and falling on my back into my bed. A million thoughts running through my mind of how I do this at almost every party and then after I wish I never even stepped foot out of my room. I can hear the party music still rushing through my drunken head as I pull my cover over me. Fuck, I'm gonna be so hungover tomorrow at practice.

"Wakey, wakey cowboy, come on and get up before we are late."

I sit up too fast before my head starts pounding and I feel how dry my throat is. I chug the water bottle from my nightstand before looking up and seeing Matt.

"You're gonna regret drinking so much last night, we got sprints today man," Matt said and then I remembered it was the start of conditioning and weights this morning. "Fuck man, why does Coach want to kill his star players before the season even starts?"

Matt starts laughing before shutting my door leaving me to get ready. I hop in the cold shower hoping that it wakes me up a bit. I don't know why the house decides to throw parties the day before we start getting ready for spring season but I just hope Coach sees right through our hungover asses so we don't have to run extra sprints.

"Come on Matty, is Bry riding with us?", I asked Matt before grabbing the keys to my truck. Our house is trashed; beer bottles, solo cups, and pushed over kegs scattered our living room and the backyard. "When we get back we need to clean this shit show up."

"I'm coming cowboy, Bry is coming down," Matt entered the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar following me out the door. Bry came out as we got to the truck and now here we are off to practice.

"Ready to workout the arm Wes?" Bry asked me as if I hadn't made him play catch with me everyday during our short break from practices. "Yeah man, I'm ready for another season just regretting last night,"

"You should see the rest of our team, they all headed out earlier to try and get themselves to look presentable in front of Coach. We are fucked if he finds out, or you will be fucked captain," I want to punch Matt but hes right, I am more fucked then all of them ever since I was made captain. It's a big responsibility especially since I'm a junior and somehow gained the captain spot and if I want to keep it senior year I have to start getting a different party schedule along.

Baseball has always been a passion of mine and when I got the call from the Coach three years ago with my full ride scholarship to play for the California Quails I knew my answer. The only thing is that I had to leave my family and the ranch behind.

My thoughts got interrupted when I pulled into the lot at the weights unit and Tucker came into my vision.

"Lets go fuckers, its baseball season," Tucker yelled while slapping the hood of my truck. I looked at everyone walking up into the gym and we are fucked. Fucked because I can see the anger lines on Coaches face as a bunch of my tired, sweaty, and hunched over teammates walked by him.

"Fucking hell guys, forget weights head to the gym and start running," Coach spat out before walking away. Well shit that was quick.