Hitting the Curve (Chapter 1)

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And so we begin.

-KWAR14

8/6/14

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Hitting the Curve (Chapter 1)



The sun beats down on my back, radiating heat through my body. I’m leaning against the bottom of the lifeguard tower where the wood is warm against my arm. I’m actually supposed to be up there on duty but I’ve given up my seat so Hannah can talk to Kara. The two of them are sitting up there and talking in that way that girls do when they are joined together in doing something–and that something is currently despising me, shooting me hostile glances with their crossed arms and tightly drawn lips. Not that I didn’t deserve it after what I had done to Kara last night. So I grit my teeth and take it in, it’s the least I can do.

My head is pounding, partly because I’m hungover, but also because I can’t shake the feeling that this time, I won’t be able to fix my relationship. I fucked up. Yeah, maybe I freaked out a little when Kara dropped the whole “I’m in love” thing on me again, but in retrospect, hooking up with that girl at the bonfire last night after having a few beers was not the right way to deal with it. When Kara saw us together, mouths interlocked, tongues dancing around each other, and her hand in my shorts, hell on earth broke loose. I can’t remember ever feeling so guilty and scared at the same time as when she came screaming at me with a beer bottle in hand raised like she was going to hit me. I had gracefully slid the girl I was hooking up with, I’ll be damned if I remember her name, off of my lap and stood up, hands raised in surrender and said, “Wait, Kara I can explain!” We all know I couldn’t do that. Kara just stared at me with smoldering eyes and said in a broken voice, “How could you?” before she upended the beer over my head.

A harsh laugh interrupts my reminiscence and I glance up to see Kara shooting me with her eyes as Hannah, my best friend, looks on disapprovingly. I take that as my cue to call it a day.

“Hey guys, I’m going to head home.” I say as I grab my shirt and sandals, “Hope you two have a great day, and Kara I’m really sorry about last night.” I get a stare from Kara and a shake of the head from Hannah in return. At least this is better than being screamed at. Unfortunately, I’ll have to deal with this tomorrow, and probably for a good while after that since today also happens to be the last day before school starts up again for the year.

I pull on my shirt and start walking back towards the lifeguard office, hoping to see my boss Mike so I can collect my last paycheck and thank him for a good summer of work. As I get there, I can hear Mike talking on the phone inside, his deep voice taking on that calming tone I’m so used to as he explains to his wife that, no, he didn’t forget their anniversary, and that he just wanted to surprise her with a special date tonight. I stifle a chuckle as he sighs loudly and hangs up the phone.

“How’s it going, Ryan?” He asks me.

“Well boss, from the sound of that, my day hasn’t been all that much different from yours.” I reply.

“Jesus, Ryan you’re 16 years old! You shouldn’t be having girl problems! Especially not in the summer!” Mike states, gesturing wildly with his hands.

Taking in the whole hand motions and combining it with his thick Italian accent and overall Mario-ish appearance, I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, well I made some dumb choices yesterday.” I say to him as I reach over the counter and grab my paycheck off the pile waiting to be distributed. “But hey, I just really wanted to thank you for a great summer Mr. Pazzini, it was a great experience and I really appreciate you hiring me.”

Mike just smiles at me and shaking his head, mocks my proper way of addressing him when he says, “The pleasure was all mine Mr. Harlow.”

He grips my hand and tells me, “You take care of yourself and do well in school this year now.”

Shaking his hand back I tell him, “Always Mike.” In my best papa Harlow impression I then say, “As my dad always tells me, ‘Baseball might be why you go to a certain school, but remember why you’re there in the first place. Your education will get you places son, not a game.'”

Mike smiles at me as I walk out the door into the blistering Florida heat. I hop in my car, my trusty Chevy Tahoe, and head home with hopefully just enough time to finish all my summer assignments before I have to wake up for school tomorrow. Procrastination might be bad for you, but damn was I good at it.

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The alarm clock blaring in my ear wakes me up and immediately puts me in a bad mood. I slam my hand down on the snooze button and angrily shove my face back into my pillow. Morning person, I am not. I yawn as I stretch out on my bed and contemplate the day ahead of me, running my hands through my wavy brown hair. The first day of my Junior year. The biggest year of my high school career both grade wise and sport wise. My thoughts are interrupted by my door being yanked open by my clearly annoyed little sister. In reality, I only am 11months older than her, making us both pretty old for our respective grades, but while we aren’t that far apart in age, I still think of her as a child sometimes. God knows she can act like one.

“Ryan get your lazy ass out of bed. There is no way in hell you’re going to make me late on my first day of Senior High.” she yelled. High school here where we live in Florida is a bit different. We have 9th grade (freshman year) in the same building as our junior high (5th-8th grade) and it isn’t until your sophomore year that you get to move to the newer Senior High building for 10th-12th graders. So Claire, my sister, being a 10th grader will now be coming to school with me. I groaned inwardly as I realized I’d have to deal with her shit every morning as I drove her to school. Between that realization and remembering that not only had I just destroyed my relationship with my now ex-girlfriend but also put a strain on my relationship with my best friend by doing so, I figured that for the foreseeable future, this year was going to suck.

I try to stop these negative thoughts from churning around in my head as I go to get up from my bed and then I realize that Claire is still standing in the doorway with a funny look on her face.

“What are you staring a….What the fuck, Claire? Get out!” I stammer as I realize that my morning wood is making a massive tent in my sheets and that my 16-year-old sister is staring at my covered dick. I hastily adjust myself so my erection isn’t nearly as visible as Claire blushes and backs out of the room giggling “I’m sorry, Ry… But it looks like someone is awake after all.”

I reach over to my nightstand and pick up the foam baseball. Throwing it at the closing door, I scream “Just get out!” My mind reels, my little sister basically just saw my cock–how embarrassing is that? Don’t get me wrong, my “little” sister, while she can act childish, is no longer a kid, physically at the very least. Her well-developed breasts, toned body from all her dancing, and pretty damn nice ass kind of prove that. Combine that with her long brown hair and those piercing green eyes that everyone in my family but me (I have boring old brown) shares and she is by no means an unattractive girl. But, don’t even go there you pervs. She’s my sister.

“What the fuck is happening this morning?” I think to myself as I get up and start going through my clothes looking for something respectable to wear on my first day back at school.



I finished picking out my clothes, deciding to go with the classic designer T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. I quickly throw them on, take a glance in my mirror to make sure everything is in order, and race down the stairs to the wonderful smell of my mother’s cooking. I rounded the corner and went into the kitchen where my dad and sister were already eating their breakfast at the table and my mom was dishing me up a plate piled high with chocolate chip pancakes–my favorite.

“Geez mom, I didn’t know it was my lucky day today!” I say as I give her a quick kiss on the cheek and take my seat the table.

“Good morning to you also, and don’t expect this to become a regular event now.” She replied, setting down my plate along with a glass of chocolate milk.

I scarfed down my food like a starving man, shoving pancakes into my mouth and washing them down with big gulps of chocolate milk. That’s the breakfast of champions right there. Meanwhile, Claire is staring at me like I’m an animal and my Dad is looking at me over the top of his newspaper with his eyebrows raised in an “are you serious?” expression.

“What?” I demand with my mouth full of food.

“You’re disgusting. How can you even fit all that in your mouth at once?” says Claire with her mouth slightly open. Well, at least she’s acting normal by insulting me. Hopefully trying to forget the whole morning erection scene as much as I am.

“Shut up.” I mumble as I finish my breakfast in record time. My dad just shakes his head and goes back to reading the newspaper. He’s the silent, intense type.