My Soft Spot: Prequel

III

During the volleyball game
8:30 pm

It was getting close to the last quarter and everybody on my team was getting pissed. The other team wasn't giving up and neither were we. But damn a girl was tired. We knew this game was going to go into overtime.

The game was tied 10-10. One of the girls on the other team had it out for me. Every time it was her turn to spike, she would purposely spike it extra hard towards me. We all were tired and annoyed asff but yo girl had to win. I refused to lose.

Timeout!

Damn ref. About time. I went to go sit down with the rest of my teammates after I grabbed a towel to wipe off my sweat and grabbed a Gatorade.

I was in my own little world until I felt someone touched my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "Don't give up. You got this princess." I quickly looked up and saw Keyshawn and his brothers cheering me on.

I can't lie and say it didn't bring a smile on my face. Because it did. The ref blew the whistle and I got back up.

The ball was on our side, and it was my best friend on the team turn to spike. "Got it!" And the game was back on.

9:45 pm

Why isn't this game over yet?! Everybody was tired and ready to go home. I quickly took a glance at the stands and saw Keyshawn and my family were the only ones still up.

I took a deep breath and went up to spike the ball. Before I could even spike it, the ref blew the whistle for traveling. Oh, y'all cheating cheating.

I just took a deep breath and went up again. I stepped back as my teammate came in front of me and spiked the ball hard over the net.

20-25
Last set

With 20 seconds remaining, this game went south on us. I was getting heated as like I said before I hate losing. We had the W until the ref pulled out one of our best players.

Only because she hit the ball and it "accidentally" hit the other girl in her face so hard, she was out for the rest of the game. Some people can be so sensitive.

"Go princess!" A tired Curly fry yelled from the stands. I shook my head and looked over at my teammates who were all standing in their positions ready to attack.

I spiked the ball up and hit it over the net. The sound of the buzzer broke my heart. With the game over with, we went over and dapped the other team off as we silently walked back to the stands to grab our stuff.

After our coach yelled at us and made us run a lap, I hit the showers and went to go find my mother's car.

"Hey!" I looked around to see where the voice came from. I assumed it was from the stands. But I only saw an empty seat where Keyshawn was, and his brothers were gone.

I was kind of disappointed not only because the game but also, I kind of wanted to talk to him. "Over here princess!" I glanced over to my right and I saw Keyshawn running towards me. He was outta breath when he finally caught up to me.

"Woah. Careful curly. Don't die on me." He let out a small laugh as he caught his breath.

"Hey. Don't trip about that game princess." He said putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I hate losing..." I quietly replied after letting out a sigh I didn't know I was holding

"I know but, hey don't beat yourself up about it. Those refs were cheating." He admitted trying to make me feel better.

"I'm surprised you was even watching the game."

"Huh?" He said confused

"The girls on the other team were looking at you like you was the cutest thing they ever seen." I admitted (out of jealousy perhaps? Hush. Who's telling the story?)

"They were?" He said not really caring.

"Mhmm..." was my only reply

" I wasn't really paying attention." He said shrugging his shoulders. "My focus was on you."

"Really? But why? They're prettier than me. Plus, they look like your type." I said now looking at him.

"Now how do you know what type of girls I like?" He smirked.

"Eh. You look like you go after girls who are pretty and fast." I admitted shrugging my shoulders.

"No. Not really. I prefer a chase."

I started to reply when I heard my mother's horn. I really need to get rid of that thing.

"C'mon. I'll carry your stuff." He said picking up my duffel bag. As we walked to the car, I discovered we were going to the same school.

"If we go to the same school, how come I never saw you?" I asked as I opened up the trunk for him.
"Maybe because you're a Sophomore and I'm a freshman." He replied as he put my bag in the car and I closed the trunk.

"Well, guess I'll see you around curly." I grinned as we exchanged a quick hug.

"Fasho princess." He said winking before he took off running to his mother's car and they drove off.