She and I

Part 4

1:45pm

My meeting didn't take that long. So I dashed to the volleyball courts to see her again. I hurry, before the bell rings. As I enter the courts, I see her in the setter's position. She hasn't seen me yet. But as I watch the ball being in the air, she leaps forward and sets this beautiful set to a boy. She may be short, but damn she can jump.

I joined in, but on the opposite team. I wanted to be closer to her, so I knew the only spot would be...the setter. I see a boy that likes to spike, in the setter position.
"Hey! Can I set, for you?" I ask. He nods, and he moves to the spiker position, and I wriggle myself into the setter position. I can't set as good as she can, but I can set, I think😃.

We play, and damn, she and I be competing. Why would she want to compete with a person who can't even set? I'm not a front row player, more of a back court player. She really wants to show me up, huh. But, I know she won by miles. Skills and everything.

As we play, she and I have small talks, and we keep making eye contact. Eye contact that I can't even keep for a second. I had a weird thought that if we ever make eye contact again, I'll wink. Hell! I couldn't do it. When we made eye contact, I would quickly look away. I'm pretty sure I'm a bit obvious with how I'm feeling. Aren't I?

Anyways. The ball is served to the other side, and one of the girls receives it, the ball is too close to the net, and because she's a bit shorter than us, she has to jump. She jumps, and barely touches the ball, but in the process, she trips and bumps into me. Before the both of us were on the floor, I held her up, wrapping my hands around her waist. I could feel her hands on my arm supporting herself.

Even though the ball was still in play, I couldn't care less for it. Right now, I have my attention on her, and only her.

"Are you alright?" I say, looking worried.

She stands up, and as I let her go, her hands move gently through my arm and into my hands. (If you know what I mean😭) My heart beats 100 miles per hour, and I could feel myself burning. The way she moved her hands from my arms to my hands, chills from my toes to the top of my head.

"Yeah. Thanks," she responds smiling.

I fell harder for her there.