I hate my last name. Coach is the only one who calls me that, but I still hate it. I have my father’s last name. He’s a deadbeat bum, why do I have to be reminded of it. I set the speed on the treadmill to 5 mph and begin walking. I wonder what Alex is doing. I look over to see Alex doing bench presses. Okay, that is hot. The way his muscles flex definitely is worth watching. I stare for a while before realizing. I shake my head coming back to my sanity. I can’t be doing that, we just met. I check my watch and realize that I stared for way too long. “Okay! Ya’ll did good, go home.”, Coach said while walking towards his office. I slowed the treadmill and got off. I began walking over to Alex, I made eye contact with him and waved him over. He began walking towards me and we met halfway. “Hey, could I get your number? That sounds weird out of context.”, I said anxiously. Alex responds back, “Sure, it’s 304-667-5949. I better get out the door, my mom and sister are waiting.” I nod my head and walk to the bleachers, gathering my stuff, and I walk out of the gym. I text the number Alex gave me on my way out and make sure it’s the right one. He responds back to confirm it was.

I got home and changed out of my clothes. Mom was making breakfast for dinner, and I could smell it in my room. The smell alone made my mouth water. I walked downstairs and made my way towards the kitchen. “Woah, actually joining us for dinner. That’s a rare one.”, My mom said sarcastically. I roll my eyes while slightly shaking my head. I sit down and notice my brother eating like a pig. I stick my nose up in disgust, “Dude that’s gross.” He swallows his food before saying, “No one cares, just shut up and eat your food.” Okay rude. Mom sets my plate down in front of me. She's always known how much I eat, I guess it’s a motherly gift. I eat my food quickly before washing my dishes in the sink. I thank my mother and begin walking upstairs.