Out Of His League a Matt Espinosa fan fic

Chapter 4

I've never really bothered to talk to Mark, but maybe I can be friends with his son.

Will's POV

Tasha just told me she's pregnant today. I've really missed my kids. But now I get to have one of my own. I wonder if I should call Macy or Kala. Or just not call at all.. I don't think Kala likes Tasha. She saw her once over Skype but she might be mad that I am happy about more kids. Macy has met Tasha and they're good friends so I think I'll call Macy.

Kala's POV

I don't know why I still have the same last name. When my dad married my mom we got the last name Parker, my mom's last name was Kassey. I think my mom is so used to the last name Parker that she didn't change it after the divorce. I guess I'm still used to it too. I'm sitting in front of my body-length mirror on my phone, and I was just thinking about how my name sounds. "Kala Parker. Kaaalllaaa Paarrkeerr. Kala Marie Parker. Hm." It sounds like it belongs. "Macy Parker. Mmaaccyyyy Parrkkerr. Macy Nicole Parker. Kyle Parker. Kyylleee Parkkerr. Kyle Austin Parker." I said the names into my mirror, sounding like I was warming up for a x-factor audition. What if Macy and Mark got married? I wonder what my name would sound like. "Kala Espinosa. Kalla Essppinossa. Hi I'm Kala Espinosa. Kala Marie Espinosa."

Wow I hate to admit it but, that sounds better than Parker. Is that bad? "Macy Espinosa. Macyy Nicole Espinosaaaa. Macy Espinosa. Hm. Kylle Espinossa. Kyle Espinosa. Kyle Austin Espinosa." Kyle and I's names fit it but not moms.

Kyle's POV

It's 3 in the morning and I just woke up to the sound of my sister next door saying weird names in her room. As I sat up, I looked across the room to a shelf full of medals and trophies for running track in Middle School, High School, and about one or two of them was from college. A slight pain arched in my back as memories flooded back, and tears welled up in my eyes, but I held back. I got up and walked over to the shelf and looked at all my medals and trophies. As I picked up one of the trophies I felt as if I was holding an important historic document. "2007 100 meter dash Woodbridge High School Track Record." I said as a smile took its spot upon my face. I still remember the day I accepted the medal and trophy I have a picture taken with the boys I ran track with that year. We all used to be such good friends. Jake, Shane, Tyler, Alec, Nate, and Coach Devereaux. I grabbed the picture and looked at it like it was a newborn baby. I was in the front row holding the trophy. Instead of my long blonde locks I have now, in freshman year I had short stubbly hair. "Wow you looked so different in high school." I heard my sister's voice trail into my room from the door way. "Damn, Kala you scared the shit outta me." I told her as I went and sat down on my bed. She came and sat down next to me.