The Purpose

Extended Summary:
Taylor Wood had no idea what she wanted to major in. She just knew it had to do with sports, having been a three sport athlete all her life. She was forced to give up athletics when she tore her ACL during soccer season. Through vigorous months of physical therapy with her high school's athletic trainer, that's when it finally clicked. So, she applied to a school in a different state, not knowing if she'd get in.

After a fun summer, she packed up her bags and moved to sunny, and extremely hot, Arizona. She finds herself sweating buckets while trying to navigate her new life in the unknown. She wasn't expecting finding new friends or a crush. All she wanted was to find her purpose in a school that claims you'll find it.

"You like him." Lily stated. I shook my head, not bothering to get rid of the smile. He was messing around with the rest of the team.

"You know I can't." I turned to look at her. She shrugged.

"Tay, we're the same age as the boys. It was bound to happen. Plus, Andy is the total package." Lily reminded me. I sighed.

"Yet, all I will ever be to him is his athletic trainer." I replied.

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Andy Judge knew he would make it. He had the skills necessary to perform. It was only a matter of time before scouts came knocking on his door. So, when a community college baseball coach offered to let him tryout, he was in shock. After many useless offers to nearby community colleges, Andy was forced to move to Phoenix, Arizona.

With two new roommates and an unforgiving coach, Andy finds himself on the field with fifty other guys. All he had to do was tryout and he'd make the team, right? He didn't expect to enjoy Arizona, much less the weird guys he lived with. One thing for sure though, was that he never thought he'd get injured a month into the season and meet a girl that would help him find his purpose.

"Dude, who is that?" Chris asked. I turned and saw a brunette make her way into my dugout. I shrugged, wondering why the fxck there was a girl here.

"I think that's our trainer." Ben mentioned. I watched as she moved a few bags and sat on top of the bench. She had a fanny pack slung around her shoulder. She took her phone out and let her eyes roam the field. My eyes then connected with hers.

"She looks 19." I found myself saying.

"Are you the type of guy that bangs any girl?" Chris asked. I ignored his question.

"Alright. We are going to do simple fielding. Take your positions!" Coach Scott shouted. I fixed my glove and jogged to shortstop.

"Judge, stop staring at her." I heard Ben say. I rolled my eyes and focused on the only thing that mattered: getting on this team.