i walked out of the girls locker room in spandex black shorts, a long sleeve white under armour shirt, and black roshes.
i grabbed the hair tie off of my right wrist, put my hair in a tight bun, and slid the hair band from my neck to my hair to keep it out of my face.
i walked up to the front of the court and looked back at the ball. i got set and saw the server toss it in the air and hit it over the net. girls in the back volley it to each other and passed it over strongly to me. i jumped in the air while the girl on the other side copied. i brought my right fist up and spiked the ball as hard as i could to the ground.
i landed softly on my feet and heard my coach call out, "nice one baxter!!" (her last name.) i looked over and smiled.
loud footsteps and voices suddenly flooded the gym. we all looked to the right and saw five boys strut in. the boys were jack johnson, nash grier, nate maloley, sammy wilk, and the new one jack gilinsky. i was shocked but at the same time not surprised to see him with that group of boys. and yes 'boys'.
coach luster yelled to the other side of the gym to the boys "this is a volleyball practice, closed gym." nate (one of the worst ones) said back "there's no law in saying we can't watch." he looked to the boys in his right and his left then back at coach. "we want some pointers." he chuckled.
coach sighed. "fine, sit your asses on the top bleachers and if your loud you get thrown out." coach swears at everyone. it bothers me a lot but it's usually to make us better.
sammy looked me dead in the eyes and winked. i rolled my eyes and put my hands on my rib cage. jack appeared from the back of the crowd and stared at me. i looked back at him with my lips parted.
"gilinsky bro, there's a better view up here." nash yelled down from the top. he snapped out of our staring contest and walked up the bleachers.
"bring it in girls." coach said. we all gathered around her and listened to what she had to say.
all she said wasn't exactly that important except for upcoming games and practices and all the basics. "nice warmup game, now let's stretch."
the whole time, i felt eyes burn in the back of my head...and i knew exactly who's they were.
----
"mom are you serious?...all my friends left.......there's no one else here.."
"do you need a ride?" a deep voice said from behind me. i turned around and looked at him.
jack. i looked at him and thought about what ashton said, 'your parents wouldn't approve.'
but forget that for now, i need a ride.
"really." i mouthed. he shook his head yes. "never mind i have a ride....jack.....he's new.....love you too...bye."
"are you sure you can?" i asked him. "yes." he answered back. "no you know what i'll just go see if coach can ta-" "im trying to be nice now just let me take you home." he said in a stern tone.
i got goosebumps when he said that. geez bro. i picked up my heavy bags and grunted. i thought he would ask to help but guess not.
i followed him to his car and nearly dropped my bags. he drives a black g-wagon. holy cow. was not expecting that.
"this is your car?" i asked while i watched him get in the drivers seat. "no were stealing it." he said sarcastically. i walked towards the passengers seat and opened the door carefully. i set my bags in the back seat cautiously and buckled up.
"it's not the fucking queens car." he looked at me. i looked back at him and rolled my eyes cause he swore.
we pulled out of the school parking lot and sped down the road. "before i drop you off, i have to go to my house and get something."
