We Come Alive 5

The Life I Live

Saturday morning, after being out all night celebrating with his two daughters, Mateo was arriving to the athletic building to do some work he needed to do for today. He locked the doors of his black Range Rover and made his way past the football field and to the athletic building. When he got there, he was about to unlock the front doors, when he noticed the door was slightly open.

Mateo walked inside with caution, getting his phone out to call the police. He noticed a light on in the offices, specifically, his office. Mateo walked slower, walking in without making much of a sound.

Mateo was about to call the police, but stopped seeing a familiar hazel green eyed, long brown haired boy sitting in his desk chair.

"What are you doing here, Ricky?" Mateo scoffed, dropping his bag down on the desk.

Ricky smiled widely, slouching in the chair as he slowly swayed back in forth in the spinning office chair. "Chillin'. Waiting on you to finally show up to work. I hear through the grapevines last night that you'd be here today, so...we need to talk."

Mateo rolled his eyes, grabbing some binders out his bag and dropping it on the desk then pushing his bag to the floor. "You can't just break in here. Do I need to call security?"

Ricky held his hands up in a shrug motion, his smile not fading. "I am security." He replied.

Mateo didn't reply, just walked out the office to go turn on the lights. Ricky sat still, watching the building light up with life as Mateo walked around. When he noticed Mateo was in the waiting area of the offices, Ricky spoke up again.

"Can you let me reclaim my spot on this team?" He asked, sitting up and leaning his elbows against the wood top desk.

Mateo strolled into the office looking around for something. "You about to reclaim your spot on the unemployment line in a second. I'm meeting a new coach today for the baseball team."

"Why can't I be the baseball coach?" Ricky scoffed. "You know I know those kids better than anyone else. One little accident doesn't matter anymore. We all know if it wasn't for my record, I'd be a lot further in life than a lot of people around here."

Mateo nodded his head once as he pulled some files out of the filing cabinet from behind the desk. "That is true, I'll give you that. But you already have a job."

"That I got fired from because of that dumb ass investigation!" Ricky complained, he turned around and watched Mateo flip through the files. "I could never show up because I had to be here everyday. Defending y'all, defending myself."

Ricky sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Think about it, who else can connect with them as well as I can? I can keep those guys in line, and they were undefeated with me as their coach."

Mateo didn't reply, but looked up when they both heard the front door open then shut close. Ricky stayed put while Mateo walked off. The Egyptian boy kept a scowl on his face when he noticed a man walking along side Mateo back into the office.

Mateo allowed the man to sit down, but motioned for Ricky to go sit in the chair next to the man. Ricky obliged, got up, and sat down next to the unfamiliar man. Mateo flopped down in his desk chair and opened up his files.

"Ricky, this is the new baseball coach, Mr. Anthony Hurst." Mateo introduced.

Ricky looked at the man and shook the man's hand. He had tanned skin, meaning he was of some ethnicity but Ricky didn't care enough to find out. He was bald with a thick black beard that was wall groomed. He was muscular and in great shape but looked older than Mateo, so Ricky placed him in his early to mid 40's.