I don't even like you.

Mockery

It's been 2 days since that volleyball incident. The days went somewhat smoothly, I would be greeted by a few girls and do my schedule as normal and end the day with a few practice games of volleyball. I felt weird participating with my teammates after what happened. They all look at me weirdly now and will always ask me if my heads okay or if I need to sit down. I was so pissed off. Last thing I wanted was to be treated like a weakling. Although I had one hell of a bruise on my forehead, I wasn't going to let some amateur show me up like that, so I continued to play.

It was about 6 PM, and all the guys left to go out and get some snacks. Me and the transfer student stayed behind to practice more. We went head and head multiple times, and it either went on for a while, or he ended up besting me. I was extremely salty. The fact that he was so nice about it after pissed me off even more. I don't want his pity. We had been practicing for at least an hour now. I was panting extremely heavy. I've never had to play so hard in my life. He was extremely good. I was struggling to catch my breath. He walked over to me and asked if I needed a break, which I did, but I would never admit that. I laughed it off. "Ha! A break? Me? No way. Let's go again." I said, with an extremely cocky tone. He smiled a little before running over to his side of the court. I kneeled down to pick up the ball which felt exhausting all in itself. Once I picked it up, I mustered all my strength together and chucked it to the other side. I expected him to punt it back it me, but he didn't. In fact, he started to chuckle a bit. I looked confused until I saw the ball directly in front of my feet. I didn't even throw it. I felt so embarrassed my face turned a bright red. He ran over to me once again and but the ball in his hands. "Someone seems tired~ You'd ought to sit down." He said to me. I knew that if I agreed, I would basically be giving up. I pushed him away and refused. "No. I want to play again. Get to the other side of the court." I demanded. His cheerful face turned a bit more serious, but still with a smirk on his face. I looked him in the eyes. I wanted to punch him right in that stupid perfect face. Before I knew it, he picked me up off the ground in one swift motion. I yelped in surprise as I screamed at him to put me down. He set me down on the bleachers and began to laugh hysterically. "You should've heard yourself! It was hilarious!" My eye began to twitch. He was mocking me. He was doing this on purpose. My eyes began to tear up a little bit before I quickly rubbed them off. "I am going to go take a shower." I said plainly, attempting to hide my face from the massive embarrassment I'm facing. He nodded before stepping aside to let me go to the public washing room. As I got further away from him, the faster I walked. Once I finally made it to the men's bathroom, a wave of relief hit me. I stripped and got into the shower, contemplating what the hell just happened. I wanted to punch a hole in the wall. "I hate him." I kept repeating in my head. I heard a bunch of men laughing in the other room. "Are they laughing about me?" I immediately assumed. I began to feel worried, my heart felt heavy, but not in a good way. I was going to become a nobody.