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Party animals pt.2

[Inspired by bad idea! -girl in red, ik this sucks. sorry I didn't post yesterday. Yk Miserable fucking Mondays]

Y/n pov

After that night, the one full of drunken passion, I realized I still had volleyball practice with taylor. The freshman and sophomores had their team, and the seniors and junoirs had their's. I'm a junior and Taylor's a senior. The morning after, taylor was super distant and cold, causing me to get the hint and leave quickly. I wasn't sure if she'd want to talk about that night or if she didn't care nor had the energy to hold onto such little events. I mean, we just had sex, that was it. "All volleyball players dismissed to the gym please", the principle over the announcements. I sighed and grabbed my book bag before standing up, "bye Ms. Mona!", I said goodbye as I walked to the door, "bye baby", she told me whilst grading papers. I wearily walked out and down the halls to the large gym court, wishing taylor would miraculously not show up to practice today. I pushed open one of the gym doors and walked into the Unusually warm court, which was rather usual for us actually. "You're here early, you should go change while the locker room is empty", my coach, Mrs. Harris told me. "Yeah", I said and turned around to pushed the metal doors open again. I walked into the locker room that was right outside the gym, and walked throughout the rows of lockers until I got to my row.

I found my locker and opened it up, still on edge about seeing Taylor. I found my clothes: a pair of Nike sneakers, my blue and yellow jersey and shorts, knee pads, then a head band to push back my hair a bit. I tucked in my shirt into my shorts, slid my knee guards on, then kept my hair down, and used my head and to push it back a bit, letting two small strands of braided hair to fall in the front for looks. I checked myself in the mirror for a second before turning around to leave. I suddenly heard a small sniffle, an alarming sound to hear.

Assuming it was one of my teammates, I walked straight up to them to attempt to be comforting. When I found them, I saw that it was taylor sitting sitting on the bench, crying. "Taylor?", I asked, and she quickly looked up. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?", she asked in a shaky tone. I sat down next to her, "why are you crying?", I asked sympathetically. She just sighed, "why does it matter?", she snapped back. "Look, I know we're probably in a really confusing relationship with eachother right now, but you're still my teammate and my friend", I said and placed my hand on her thigh. "Well if you must know. I'm failing Math, and if I can't get this grade up soon I'll be kicked out of volleyball all together", she told me. "Well that must suck, but why is volleyball so important? it's just a sport, it doesn't determine you're self worth ya know", I said. "Yeah but you don't get it. Volleyball is my self worth. If I don't have volleyball, I don't have a sports scholarship to college, no scholarship equals no dream college. No dream college equals no future", she said, finally looking up at me. She had tears stained dripped down her cheeks.

I was in senior plus math, so I knew all of what she knew and more. "Hey, hey. Don't stress. I can tutor you, it's really no problem", I told her. "You'd do that? even after I treated you like a bitch", she sniffled. I chuckled, "even after you treated me like a bitch", I said. She hugged me and I heard Mrs . Harris's whistle go off, cueing us to go. We walked out of the locker room with smiles on our lips.