Teachers pet

Part 20

Authors note, (not important to story, can skip) Omfg I haven't posted anything on here in so long, I read the other parts that I've posted and they're so bad they make me wnna die, so hopefully the next few parts I post are at least a bit better! I wont be posting consistently bc I have a bunch of projects and exams rn but I'll try.

I gulp as Mr. Laufeyson eyes me with a smirk spreading across his face.
"Girls! Huddle up." Coach Ashley yells, Breaking me out of my daze.
I grab the ball out of the air and follow the other girls, and help form a circle around coach Ashley, and Mr. Laufeyson.
"Today Mr. Laufeyson will be helping out during practice!" Coach announces with a sigh, turning to look at him.
Not taking his eyes off me, Mr. Laufeyson leans down and whispers something in coach Ashley's ear. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel a spark of jealousy in my chest. I don't know why I thought he only had eyes for me, God I'm so stupi-
"Y/N" my thought is cut short when someone calls my name.
"Yes?" I look up and Mr. Laufeyson is standing in front of me. Grinning suspiciously.
"We're starting with a scrimmage, you're on my team." He says tossing me a ball.
"Oh Um okay, sounds good." I say running past him, taking a guess I go to the court opposite coach Ashley, assuming they were both team captains. "Who wants to serve?" I call out.
Everyone takes a step back shaking their heads.
"Oh come on! Someone has to serve" I say looking around at my teammates.
"Why don't you serve Y/N?" Mr. Laufeyson calls from behind me.
"No, I'm okay! I'm not the best at serving, someone else should!" I call back not caring to turn around.
"Y/N!" Coach Ashley calls, "the only way to get better at serving is to practice!" Using a stern voice.
"Okay! Fine, I'll serve..." I say dramatically hanging my head walking to the service line.
Taking the ball I bounce it twice, and then get into the underhand serve stance. Just as I'm about to hit the ball I hear,
"Nope! No underhand! You need to learn how to serve overhand!" Coach yells.
"Fine!" I yell back, a frown imprinting on my face.
I throw the ball up, and slam my hand into it, a loud thud sounds through the gym. I watch it as it sails... right into the net.
Lizzie snickers as the ball falls to the ground.
"Can I please just serve underhand?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"No Y/N, we've been over this, you need to practice your overhand." Coach responds.
*Omg this is so fucking embarrassing, why can't someone else just serve* I think walking back to the service line. I turn around and see Mr. Laufeyson running up to me.
"Hey, looks like you need a hand," he says holding his hands out for the ball.
*Oh god, I forgot he was here! This is so embarrassing!!*
"Yeah thanks" I say handing his the ball.
"Okay so you want to stand with your feet shoulder width apart, and the foot parallel with the hand that you are hitting with a tad bit behind you, and throw the ball up so it would fall right where that foot would be, and right when it's at your forehead hit it as hard as you can with the heel of your palm." He says, hitting a perfect overhand serve.
"O-okay thank you!" I say still too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
"No problem" he replies; grabbing the ball as someone rolled it back to us under the net.
Just as Mr. Laufeyson hand me the ball, he leans in and whispers, "you got this darling, and fyi your as looks great in those shorts."
Heat spreads across my cheeks as he runs back to his position on the court. I take a deep breath, plant my feet shoulder width apart, one slightly  back, throw the ball up and hit it.