The Jealous Backup (Ab/Dl)

          Connor's Pov:
     Wow... My third year playing as the lead catcher for the Emperors... I can't believe how long it's been. I carry my bag quietly, stuck in my thoughts as I walk into our stadium. Today is the day we greet the rookies and show them what being in the MLB is, and more important, what being an Emperor is. No, we are not actual Emperors, it's the name of our team. Cool your jets.
     I walk to the dugout and set my stuff down. There were about six other people there, most people stretching and chatting except for two who were getting their gloves on. I set my gear down on the clean bench and grab my knee brace, slipping it on and tightening the straps. I then tie my cleats and walk over to some of the other men.
     "Yo! Conner!" I look over to see a Almost too familiar tall blond male. He laughs softly and points to an average sized dirty blond. "We found your replacement." He snickers and ruffles his hair.
    The new male had green eyes and one of our Athletic Tees That we sell as merchandise. "Very Funny... my name's Clyde." He looks up at me and smiles awkwardly holding out a hand. He was obviously praying that not everyone here was like my buddy, Mathew.
     I shake his hand. "Hello Clyde, I'm Connor, and that is Mathew, but you can call him the Moose."
     He smiles and nods. "Nice to meet you, sir."
     I shrug my shoulders. "So what? Do you play catcher or something?"
     He nods. "Yes... But, I don't think I'll have a chance at that until you retire." He smiles a bit more, biting his lip nervously.
    "Heck no you won't!!" Moose wraps his arm around my neck like a choke hold. "This here is the best catcher of all time!! Might as well give up now!!" He laughs and rubs my scalp with his fist.
     I laugh and shove him away, five more people had arrived and everyone was starting to throw and warm up there arms. I grab my glove and walk over to the bench, put on my gear, run to the pitcher and get ready. He is a rather quiet brown eyed and dark skinned man. He was nice though, and really cared about the team.
     I squat down and allow him to pitch at me, watching as Clyde starts to warm up our other pitcher. The backup pitcher. The pair of backups. That's what they are. I simply smile and catch the high speed throws, focusing... and apparently I had been subconsciously trying to show off and make myself look a million times better then him. Have him see what he's up against. Or maybe it wasn't subconscious. We'll never know.
I will admit, the kid is good, but not as good as me. I've been in the major leagues for four years, three of which I have been the lead catcher. Some say I'm lucky, because the old catcher retired the year they moved me up, but they could have traded me off or something to get a different catcher.
     Eventually the coach runs over, an average sized thirty year old man. He looked tired for the most part, and made us all run ten laps around the bases. A lot of us are not base runners, but instead big hitters, or big fielders. The one guy in the back was probably the second best hitter on the team.
After the running, everyone chugs down some water or even some Gatorade, and we all head over to the field in our main positions, the rookies sitting on the bench to watch.
Clyde was chatting in excitement with many of them, I roll my eyes and focus as coach makes our three top hitters hit randomly into the field. When I say into the field, I mean into the field. Not out of the park.
We all field and work on different things, me getting bored very fast. Sometimes when there isn't a lot of action, being behind the plate can be boring. I prefer our weight training days. When we go into a gym and work out for two hours or so.
     A pitch goes flying above my head, which I quickly snag and look over at the pitcher. He sighs and hangs his head, shaking it. I lower my glove and lift a brow with a smirk. He looks over and shakes his head once more. I move it higher then my original position. He slowly nods. He's so quiet, and when frustrated, he gets even more quiet. It is hard to believe it's possible!
     We were near the end of practice and the coach looks at all of us. "Tomorrow's practice will be for rookies only, and day after, our gym time, we shall all go out for a drink as a team to break some ice. Understood?"
      Everyone nods. "Yes coach!!" He smirks and nods.
      "Alright then, have a good night, I'll see you rookies tomorrow." He grabs his small bag, and walks off.
      Moose runs over to me and grins. "Dude did you see the way the rookies were looking at me!!" I facepalm and laugh.
     "They had no choice, you play first, right where they were all sitting, and you're too big to look by!!"
     He blows up in laughter and slaps his knee in laughter. "Good one man!! Hey, wanna go someplace with me?" He grins and grabs my hand.
     "Yes just, where are we going, and... let go of my hand I need to pack up!!" He laughs and allows me to move my hand away, putting the rest of the equipment into my bag and standing up.
     "Hmm, I was thinking the clu-"
     "No. Moose, the last time we went there disaster struck!"
     He rolls his eyes. "Well whatever princess, how about a movie then?" I nod and grin.
     "Sounds good to me, Are we carpooling and I'll come get my car after or?"
     He nods. "Sure thing dude!"
     We laugh and joke happily a minute as the rest of the team clears out. As they are however, I feel a little tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Clyde, dressed in his catchers gear. "Sir... do you think you can help me out...?"

Ahhh finally, I'm uploading. Excuse my crazy schedule, but it will only get worse once school hits!! But anyway welcome to my new book!! I will still work on Saved Solider but enjoy this for now! Be sure to leave a little star, comment and follow! Or don't, really you just reading this makes me happy!! Anyway have a wonderful day, sorry that this end thing is long!