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Not that I regret anything I do for Caleb. I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s just hard sometimes always having to be on becauseeveryone expects me to answer for Caleb like he can’t answer for himself.

It gets exhausting for the both of us. The brother who is always seen and the one who only wants to be seen. I work twice as hard for my brother to get to be treated the same as me—he knows and understands that.

I nod and head for the door before I get in my emotions. Thomas pounds his chest and releases a loud burp before he hops up to follow me. Kota meets me at the door to pull me into a hug and kisses my cheek.

“You’re the best. Have fun, I’ve got him.”

“Thanks, darlin’. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

I kiss her forehead and head out. I inhale deeply as I step out of the door. For once, I shut my brain off. Tonight, I’m going to go with the flow.

CHAPTER 7

We Meet Again

Cameron

“Man, are you ready for hell week? That shit is going to shred you to your soul,” Garrett, one of my new teammates says.

He’s a sophomore batter. So far, he’s a cool dude. We’ve been knocking back beers and shooting the shit since I arrived.

I finish the beer in my hand and nod. I heard hell week will have you feeling like your stomach has dropped out of your ass. This is why Caleb needs to get his rest. He needs to be mentally and physically ready for this.

“I’m ready. Drinking this shit might come back to bite me in the ass, but I’m ready. I’ve never been afraid of hard work.”

“Good to hear. Last year, I watched a few guys quit the first day. Couldn’t have been me. I worked my ass off to be here. I’m in this until I can’t take another breath.”

“I hear you. I’m ready to get to work.”

“I hope you didn’t schedule any classes for afternoon or evenings. I swear those dickheads in the registration office will fuck your schedule up if you don’t know better.”

“Wait, what?”

“They fuck with freshman athletes. They’re supposed to schedule morning or early afternoon classes for us, but they don’t and then take weeks to fix it or shove you in some bullshit classes you were trying to avoid,” Garrett says.

“You’re shitting me, right? I have two afternoon classes. My brother has like one. What the fuck, man?”

I’m fuming. Caleb was getting into his new routine. It’s only been a week, but with hell week, that might send him into a spiral.

What kind of fucked-up shit is this? They know we’re athletes. Caleb and I were already annoyed with the basic classes they wanted to offer us.

I might want to coast, but that shit was freshman jocks for dummies. We both opted out for our own choice of classes. Now this.

Just fucking great. I won’t have a problem changing classes, but that shit will suck if I can’t get the classes I wanted. I groan and purse my lips.

I’ll have to handle this first thing Monday. Kota might have to change a class too. No wonder Coach wanted to oversee our class scheduling.

It was one of the things Cal really wanted to do on his own. I was proud of him as he studied the course catalog and chose his personal interests and basic classes needed for his degree.

This is some bullshit though. I grab another beer as my annoyance rises. I can’t seem to catch a break.

“Don’t sweat it, man. Coach has been cracking down on them in the last two years. Someone in the office has a hard-on against the team. They’ve been trying to nail them to stop the shit.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to straighten it out faster this semester.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

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