An alarm blared from under his pillow. The time read 4:00 AM and a groan escaped from Elio’s lips. He kept his eyes closed as his hand searched for the phone and clicked the lock button to turn the alarm off. He rolled onto his back from his stomach and made himself sit up. Yes, it was early, but morning practice starts at 6 so that only really leaves him an hour and a half to do his own warmups. Elio moved to sit up, his legs draping over the side of the bed. He stretched his arms and felt the muscles in his torso start to wake up. It was dark in his room, aside from the crack in the curtains that had a slit of sunrise coming through. He knew he wasn’t the only one awake in the house right now, but it was still quiet.
As he got closer to the home gym, he could start to hear the faint sounds of free weights clanking around. Though his dad was in here, Elio just gave a little wave went and did his own thing. Warming up with a 3-mile run on the treadmill. This was a chance for him to clear his mind. He had yet to speak to Lenora since the night of the party. He wasn’t sure even what to say to her since it was clear that she knew what had gone down in the parking lot. He had used his workouts as an excuse to try and forget. But the minute he was done, he was back focusing on his mistakes. Ideas of how he may make it up race through his head.
When he drove away from the house and down the hill of a driveway, he knew his sister was probably cursing at him for the loudness of his motorcycle. He decided to take the cycle today because it was the most freeing of his vehicles. On his way to school, well practice, he swerved in between cars and got honked out a few times but he didn’t care. He drove fast, and then when he thought was fast enough, he went fast. His grip tightening on the handles and his foot pushing the metal down all the way. Pulling into the back parking lot of his school, his wheels screeched to a halt on the black asphalt. He wasn’t the first one, coach was, then followed El. “Well, this isn’t a surprise, good morning Mr.Espostio. How’s your dad?” Asked the coach as Elio took his helmet off. Coach Cooper kept while to go and unlock the metal door of the building. “I’m sure he is planning how his team is going to take home the title again this year?” The older man said to Elio with a chuckle and patted him on the shoulder as he held the door open for El.
On the field Elio breathed in deeply through his nose as waited for the play to get called. He was tired of hearing Enrique argue with Coach again. He tried his best to block out his voice and to stay focused but within seconds of the play being called Elio was knocked over by a teammate who was playing defense. He groaned as his body hit the hard ground and he reached for his shoulder that aches immediately.
Coach called practice then and there. Everyone sprung to life, running almost into the locker room. When Elio got in there, he dropped his helmet on the ground. Letting everyone look over his way thanks to the bang it made when it hit. He let one arm raise while the other turned Ricky around to face him. His fit connected effortlessly with Enrique’s mouth. “What the hell was that, we are on the same team!” “Hey Elio, get off my fcking ass,” Elio knew he was going to get hit back, it was a given and he was ready for it but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. Everyone just watched as the tension rose in the locker room or maybe that was just steam from the hot showers. No, it was definitely the fight brewing. “You are so fcking selfish, get over yourself and let it go!” Elio yelled as his fingertips touched where he had gotten hit. His other fist clenched at his side. [color= DarkSeaGreen]“I have to ask, how does it feel being a little pssy who can’t handle a tackle”[/color] Elio shook his head and let out a laugh. “Takes one to know right?” He questioned back his opponent. Elio knew where Enrique’s anger was coming from but still didn’t understand how he could just put it aside while playing a literal team sport.
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