319 Super Sore (1/2)
We stuck near Kyle throughout lifting, dinner, and so on. Even when it was time for showers, we took shifts waiting, keeping an eye on Zeke and Dave, making sure Kyle didn't have the chance to talk to either of them alone.
A problem came up as we got ready for bed...how were we supposed to follow him when we have our own room to sleep in? We tried keeping Kyle up in the living room, hoping that Dave and Zeke would fall asleep before us, but it was no use. Mrs. Atkins ordered everyone to get to bed before 11pm.
”But it's spring break!” Noah puffed out his lower lip to pout.
”You still have practice tomorrow morning.” She reminded him.
”I'll take a nap after lunch!” He argued.
”Then you won't be able to go to the cages in the afternoon.” Mr. Atkins smiled. ”Okay, that's enough of you. Get to bed. Zeke said your practice is at 9am?”
Noah nodded weakly and up we went, back to our own room to sleep. ”Dang. I really thought this would be our chance.”
I yawned. ”Yea, but now we get to go to the cages after lunch.”
”Do you think that was a trick to distract us? Do they know that we know that they're hiding something?”
I flipped in my bed, lying on my stomach. ”Who knows. I'm too tired.” I mumbled. We had a game and weightlifting today...my body was exhausted.
The next morning, Noah woke me up and tried to pull me out of bed. I immediately started to cry. Not because I didn't want to get out of bed, but because I couldn't. Every part of my body was screaming at me to not move.
”Jake??” Noah froze and just held me in place. ”What's wrong?”
”Everything hurts.” I groaned.
”Oh.” Noah resumes his tugging. ”You're fine. I hurt too after the first time I ever lifted. Come on. Get up. Let's go. We need to make a move on Kyle.”
”Nooo.” I pulled myself back into bed and curled into a ball. ”I refuse.”
”You know...we still have practice.”
”Not going.”
”You can't just skip practice.”
”Sick day.” I mumbled, letting my eyes close and my muscles go back into a relaxed position.
I heard Noah run out and soon came back with extra footsteps behind him. ”Look! He's dying!”
”Stop joking like that.” Mrs. Atkins scolded. She moved closer to the bed. ”Jake? Honey? Are you okay?”
”No.” I gave a crystal clear reply, hoping they would all go away. My body hurts like it was stretched out, washed, then tossed in the dryer. It was similar to how I felt during rehab.
”Should we go to a hospital? Take him to a doctor?” Mrs. Atkins sounded worried.
”Hold on.” Mr. Atkins said. ”Jake? Is it painful or sore? You know what the difference is right? Does it hurt or is it an injury?”
”Just...super sore.” I grumbled. ”Everything hurts. My neck, all the way down to my feet.”
”Okay, I'll call your coach first to see what we should do. Maybe he'll want you to stay at home and rest.”
Ah. That would be great.
It sounded like he left the room to make the call. Mrs. Atkins was questioning Noah on what we did in the gym yesterday and why he had pushed me so hard.
”I didn't mom, I swear.” Noah stated. ”We even had Kyle with us to make sure he was learning properly. But, it was Jake's first time. Maybe we went overboard, getting him to try everything.”
Maybe? Definitely. I didn't even want to clench a fist because all my forearm muscles would hurt. This can't be okay.