"That was brutal." Rhys groaned as he stretched right after getting out of the car.
"It wasn't that bad." Dave said, watching as Rhys cracked and popped. "Dude, are you okay? You sound like you're 80 years old already."
Rhys gave a weak laugh. "I'm just super sore and stiff. We started some small group workouts at school and yesterday was rough."
Noah looked up at Zeke. "Are you sore too?"
"No." Zeke answered simply.
"We aren't in the same groups." Rhys told Noah. "I obviously have to go with the pitchers. Zeke has it easy, just chilling in the outfield. So casual."
Zeke just shook his head and ignored him. He turned his back to us to wait for our parents.
"I bet Zeke does twice as much as you." Noah told Rhys, nonchalant.
Rhys faked a pout. "You're biased."
Noah shrugged. "Only because I know this is true. No one works harder than Zeke." He frowned. "I'm not even a close second."
