Why Won't This Arrogant Jerk Leave Me Alone?

The Player Blushes

Chapter 4:

Kill me now. Kill me now. Kill me now. As of right now Nate is sitting beside me trying to get my attention. I won’t give him the satisfaction giving in. I won’t. Since he sat by me when he walked in, we we’re now partners. 

“Sweetheart, I know you can hear me.” Nate said dragging out the ‘hear’. 

No. don’t answer him. I put on a motionless face and looked straight ahead at the board. Even though I was looking at the board I had no clue what was going on. All of sudden I feel a finger under my chin, turning me towards Nate. I looked at Nate with a confused expression on my face. 

“Why are you touching me?” I said slowly.

“Er.. Uhm..” Nate said a blush appearing on his face and taking his thumb off my chin.

HE’S BLUSHING!? Oh. My. Gosh. I wish I could take a picture of this player blushing! It would sell for a some cash. 

“Nate?” I said trying not to smile and laugh. 

“Uhh.. Nevermind.” Nate said sheepishly.

“Okay?” I said turning my head back to the bored. 

Why did he touch me? I wonder if-

‘BRIIINNNNGGGG’

The bell goes off making me break out of my thoughts. I hurry up and pack up, then run out the door. That room is so stuffy, it like suffocates you. I swear that is a hell hole. I can’t stand Math. It gives me the worst headaches. I go to my locker and realize that I have to go to practice for volleyball. I grab my volleyball uniform which is a yellow shirt, black spandex, and white volleyball shoes. 

I go into the gym and see that everyone is already there. Am I late or something? I get my phone out of my satchel and see that it is only 10:30 a.m. Practice starts at 10:50 a.m. every other day. Then on the days we don’t have it in school we have it at 5 p.m. the next day. I shake my head and just go into the locker room and change into my outfit including my kneepads. 

Our coach, Mrs. Smith, told us to go to our line up spots. First, we stretched and then ran 10 laps. I guess today she was in a good mood because she usually makes us run at least 15, if not more. I sighed in relief when she told us that we were working on our spiking and setting today. We all get into a line except 2 people on the other side of the net. The people on the other side of the net will be trying to block our spikes. Coach Smith hands us a ball, we throw the ball up and then she sets it, which is when we spike. This routine went on for about 30 minutes, then she told us to go get dressed which was a very big surprise. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well today. 

I’m always the first one to get dressed. I don’t understand why everyone has to fix their make up and make sure there hair is perfect. I just jump into my clothes and put my hair back up into a sloppy bun. The bell rings as I am walking across the gym to the closest door to the lunch room. It’s 11:20 a.m. and we have the first lunch that's one of the perks of being a Senior.