Anna's Secret Game

Part 4- Inside Connections

Over the next couple of weeks, I got to know the team better and made friends both on the court and in my classes. I really started to settle in!

The locker room whispers about hazing had turned into a running gag at this point, but nothing serious ever came of it. I seemed to be in the clear for now.

It was spring, but the main volleyball season takes place in the fall, so right now we didn't have too many practices and my schedule wasn't that busy. We only had team meetings twice a week.

On the court, I had really started to get into a groove, and the whole team was incredibly supportive—especially Anna. Everyone, except one girl—Izzy.

Izzy was the "mean girl" on the team and was always bossing me around. Since I was new, I was her target. It was clear she had a thing for girls. She had dated a couple of other girls on the team, who were all pretty friendly and open about it. I didn't mind girls like that; it's common in sports, and I had played with girls like that before. It was just part of team dynamics. Izzy was just more forward than I was used to. Whenever we celebrated a good play with a customary pat on the backside, Izzy would never just do a little pat—she'd add a little "squeeze." It startled me every time. Sometimes, I'd even see her give a little wink after. It wasn't really bad, just a bit awkward. I wondered if she did that to all the girls or just me.

Back In the locker room she would make teasing remarks, like "hey Whitman, you "whit-a-man" yet?" and then give her little pat-squeeze and walk off chuckling.
She did a lot of stuff like that. The rest of the team seemed to think it was funny.

One day on the bus coming back from practice, I confronted Anna about it.

"Hey Anna, does Izzy ever make you a bit uncomfortable?"

She sort of froze and looked away uncomfortably. I wondered if I had struck a nerve. Then she softly told me, "Yeah, all the time."

"Why don't you ever talk to Coach Kelly about it?" I asked.

She stood there for a moment before brushing it aside. "It's no big deal. I can handle it."

I dropped the topic.

Fast forward to the present, it was the second Saturday of the semester. Most of the girls on the team got together and hit the bars and clubs every Saturday night, and I was happy to join them. That afternoon, I invited Anna. "Are you coming tonight?"

"No, I want to work on an assignment," she told me.

"But you said that last Saturday. Don't you ever have fun?"

She chuckled and said, "I have plenty of fun. I just like to stay on top of my schoolwork. I'm not a big party person."

"Yeah, you almost seem a bit boring," I teased.

"Is that so?" she asked, playing along. "I think I'm plenty fun. I just have different interests," she said with a mock huff.

I laughed and said, "Aww, Anna, you're always so responsible. Why can't I be more like you?"

It was true, though—she really was responsible. Every time I went out, she always asked me where I was going and when I'd be back. She'd even text me things like, "Hey, how are you doing? Everything alright?" to check up on me. It was really sweet, almost like she was protecting me.

On that note, just before I was about to run out the door in my heeled boots and makeup, she asked, "So, when do you think you'll be back?"

"Oh, at least 3 a.m. You know how these things go. I might even crash with the others tonight, depending on how the night goes."

She smiled and said, "Well, be safe and have fun! Let me know if anything changes!"

She was so sweet. And oh, that smile! It kept running through my head as I closed the door behind me and met my friends.

We all gathered at a local club around 8. There was dancing, drinking, and us volleyball girls had formed a little group off to the side. At one point, I leaned over to MJ, a senior on our team, and asked, "Hey MJ, why do you think Anna doesn't come out with us?"

Holding a drink in her hand, she scoffed and said, "Oh, Anna? She never goes out with us. She's a bit of a shut-in."

"Yeah, that's kind of what I figured."

It was a bit of a shame. I really liked Anna and wanted to bond more with her. It seemed like she was very focused on school and volleyball and never did anything fun. But we did have our late-night movies and girl chats, which I enjoyed. The other day, we stayed up late together watching a romance . You know, the typical flick where boy meets girl. About halfway through, I leaned over to Anna and asked, "Anna, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. All the guys I meet are creeps. Most guys think I'm too tall, and the guys who like tall girls are really creepy about it."

I paused, thinking about what she said. I was 5'11", so I knew what she was talking about, but not in the same way as Anna. She was 6'9", and finding a guy that tall must be nearly impossible.

"What about you?" she interjected, waking me from my thoughts. "Have you found any guys you like?"

"No," I told her. "I just broke up with my boyfriend back in Nebraska, and I want a change. Guys are always so difficult."

"You can say that again," Anna remarked, and we both laughed.

Ah, it was nice being single here with Anna late at night. If we had boyfriends, we probably wouldn't be together like this, and I enjoyed her company more than any guy I'd ever been with. Something about her made me feel safe and comfortable.

"Hey, let's go dance!" MJ exclaimed, snapping me out of my reminiscencing and bringing back to lively club around me. "Just because Anna's back home studying doesn't mean we can't have some fun!"

She was right. I took another sip of my drink and headed to the dance floor as MJ held my hand and pulled me along.

The DJ started playing our favorite song, "Low" by Flo Rida, and we dropped down low and busted out our favorite moves. The whole night continued like this. Guys would come and try to hit on us, impressed by our moves, but us volleyball players just formed a tight circle and told them to get lost. Tonight was our night to let loose and have fun. They probably thought we were all lesbians, but who cares? They'd probably never seen a hotter group of girls in their life.

At one point, the DJ turned on a remix of "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, and all the girls in the place went crazy. The entire club turned into a mass of screaming girls singing along to every lyric.

It was a great night. By midnight, we were worn out and decided to head home. I took an Uber with a couple of other girls who lived on campus, and then we split off as we made our way to our dorms.

It was such a fun night! I was still humming along as I danced a little tipsy down the hallway to my room. I stood there, keys jingling in my hand as I unlocked the door, still basking in the euphoria of the evening.

I stepped inside, and closed the door behind me, still smiling and giggling to myself. I flicked on the light, eager to drop my things and collapse into bed. But as I took in the scene before me, a high-pitched squeak escaped my lips, and my hands flew up to cover my mouth. My eyes widened in shock, my heart skipped in my chest, and I blurted out, "Who did this to you?"

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