Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: Hi! I'm alive and kind of shocked...the last I saw, this book had around 700 reads and now it has over 1000! I'm totalllllyyy stoked and thank you all for reading my shit even though most of the time it's cliche and ajshfjkah. ANYWAY, TODAY IS ANZAC DAY SO LET US TAKE A MOMENT TO REMEMBER THOSE ANZACS WHO SERVED AND DIED IN WW1

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Up and over like we practiced girls, go!" Coach Marks yelled before blowing his whistle. We were playing two-on-two and Avril and I were against Danica and Kimberley. Avril served the ball over and Danica ran forward, digging it high into the air, Kimberley set it nicely as Danica jumped up and swung her arm down. I dove for the ball hitting it up before it hit the ground, Avril set it and I spiked. the ball slamming to the ground with a loud smack.

We exchanged high fives as Danica took her place behind the base line to serve. We continued like that for a while till the score was tied.

"Whoever gets the next point gets to sit out the last 20 minutes of practice." Coach said, using a rest as our incentive. I didn't really care about sitting out, I just wanted to win. The big game coming up was highly important. Varsity scouts would be watching us and I wanted to be spotted. Of course Coach and the rest of the team thought I'd be given a scholarship easily, but I always felt a small twang of doubt. Even though I didn't want to pursue volleyball professionally, I knew that if I had the chance of a scholarship, I wouldn't mind dropping my writing to be an athlete.

Avril served the ball over with a mighty swing of her arm and Danica almost dropped it. Instead of playing three, in her panic she hit the ball over on the first hit. It was a rookie mistake and I smirked, knowing Avril and I had this in the bag. Avril set and I sprung up. Just as I was bringing my arm down I caught Devin watching from the gym entrance and averted my eyes for one second. Suddenly pain shot through my foot and I collapsed to the floor, holding my ankle. I hissed in pain as my ankle throbbed.

Coach and my team mates rushed around me, even Devin had entered the gym.

"Fuuu-" I quickly stopped myself and went with a classic, "Owwww!" as hot, searing pain enveloped my ankle.

"Shit!" Coach Marks cursed, "Can you walk, Jhadav?" He asked.

I was helped up by Kyra, our best setter, and Avril. I stepped forward gingerly on my hurt foot and immediately hissed in pain.

"Goddammit!" Coach growled, "Our best player injured just 3 days before the biggest match of the year!" He turned to me and motioned to Avril, "Evans, get her to the nurse."

"I'll do it." Devin said pushing through the crowd of girls. "I'll carry her so she puts less strain on her ankle."

Coach Marks considered it for a while and sighed, "What the heck, knock yourself out, boy." He put on his scary drill sergeant face and turned to the team, "Girls, back to work!" Immediately they all went back to doing exercises and drills.

"You didn't have to do that." I muttered as Devin wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up. I clung to his neck tightly and the girls all shot me suggestive looks, whilst Avril let out a particularly loud wolf whistle. I blushed and flipped her off before being whisked out of the gym.

"I did, kitten, I distracted you and that's why you fell. Sorry." He said, his lips against my head.

"If you're really sorry, you'd kiss me." I teased, looking up at him. He grinned and crashed his lips to mine while simultaneously walking with me in his arms. His lips felt cold compared to my warm and flushed skin. He kissed me passionately, surprisingly without tongue. I was lost in our embrace, my eyes closed as Devin's lips met mine fiercely. Suddenly my injured foot hit against something hard and pain shot through it.