Training (2)

By the time he was almost finished, more players had begun to arrive on the field. 

"Looks like you're making friends already." A voice called from outside the bullpen, getting his attention.

Ken turned and saw Rick, the short guy he had met yesterday, standing outside of the bullpen wearing a grin. Ken had a good impression of the guy, but for some reason his smile ticked him off.

"You were watching?"

"I only saw the end." Rick replied with a shrug.

"And you've just been watching me clean up this whole time?" Ken asked incredulously.

"Hehe. Well, usually our ball boys are the one's who clean up before and after practice. I didn't want to interrupt your good deed for the day." Rick snickered.

Ken froze, his mind taking longer than usual to piece together what had happened.

"That bastard…" Ken grit his teeth. The guy had told him to clean up, knowing that it wasn't the players job to do so.