Stanford University: Friday (11)

The tour of the whole campus lasted for an hour. Honestly, it wasn't that exciting. Zeke and his parents were the only ones interested, while me and Noah just kept dragging our feet. At least we weren't as bad as the twins, who claimed to need to use the restroom and never came back. As my legs felt heavy from walking around the huge campus, I had an urge to just sit at the next stop.

"Okay, that's pretty much it." The coach stopped and faced Zeke. "If you want a more thorough tour, just let me know and I can contact someone in the main office."

Zeke gave a nod. "Thank you, sir. I'll let you know." He looked at his parents. "Did you guys want to go?"

Mr. Atkins lips twitched at the not so subtle hint Zeke just gave. Apparently he didn't want us around anymore. Mr. Atkins looked at the coach. "Next on the schedule was Zeke's practice with the team. Is that like a tryout with the team? Can me and the family watch from the stands? Or is it considered a private practice?"