Zeke stopped pestering me and I regained my inner peace. Instead of walking home, he called Dave to see if they were home yet and if one of them could pick us up. Apparently he said yes, because Zeke told me we would wait out front.
"I didn't mean to be pushy." Zeke told me after a minute of silence. "I didn't know what I wanted to do after my freshman year in high school either, so I did what I was good at."
"You're doing what you want to do now though, right?" I asked. He had picked college over the MLB.
He nodded. "I am. Doesn't mean that there won't be challenges. I just want you to know sooner than I did, that there are options."
I smirked. "Dad says that too. You just don't listen."
Zeke let out an abrupt laugh. "Yea...I wasn't a very good listener, but I'm trying to change that."
"So you'll listen when I say I don't like waking up early?" I asked.
He lifted an eyebrow. "You don't want to become a better baseball player?"
