So High School

Tryouts

TW!

This Chapter is back to Reps POV like normal

don't judge me for this chapter, I know nothing about volleyball

I can't believe I agreed to tryout for volleyball again. I don't even have the right clothes for it, but Nine said I could borrow her extra pair.

Everyone is waiting in the gym for everyone to get here. The incoming freshmen get out an hour later, so we all have to wait.

"EVERYBODY UP! YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO CHANGE!" Nine yells. She becomes a whole different person when she's playing volleyball. Usually she's pretty extroverted, but she takes volleyball seriously. She'd make a really good coach one day.

1989 walks over and tosses me a pair of shorts. "Your volleyball jersey from last year is in the locker room, I'm assuming you'd rather use that. But if you don't I have a tank top in my bag." I definitely want my jersey. I can't wear short sleeves right now.

The locker room is pretty full, considering everyone that's trying out is in here. I start to change into my jersey, but stop before I take it off. If I change in here, then everyone will see the scars on my arms. I grab my stuff and head to the bathroom.

"Whatcha doing in here?" Nine says, leaning on the doorframe.

"Just changing. There's a lot of people out there." I reply, laughing slightly.

Nine shakes her head. "Like you out of anybody would be scared to change in front of people." I hated when she did that. See, I have a reputation (pun not intended) for dating and hooking up with a lot of people. It's not usually the plan to be a player, but if I don't leave first, they'll leave me. "Wanna help run tryouts? I thought you wanted to be a captain?"

"Yeah, sounds great." Oh I was going to have fun with this. I have an excuse to yell at people? Count me in.

After I finish changing, everyone is sitting in a circle, stretching out their bodies before we start. "You call that warming up? No! You aren't even moving around! Run around the gym or something, get off of your lazy asses!"

Everyone stands up, listening to me. Me and Nine run behind everyone, making sure nobody stops.

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We're doing diving drills when a familiar blonde walks up to me.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me yesterday. Your actually a really nice person!" Lover says, smiling boldly.

Oh my god. This girl is going to make me lose my mind.

"Yeah bla bla bla, go back to your drills." I say, and start walking away.

I think the conversation is over and I go back to correcting technique, but she follows me. "I really do appreciate it, and I would at least like to be recognized as a human being. You can't just change your whole personality because there's people to impress."

My eyebrows lift, and I can feel my body tensing up. Is this bitch really talking back to me? I think everybody else in the gym realizes she shouldn't have said that, and they are all watching.

"Come to the locker room with me, I think we need to talk." My voice is tense. She isn't going to talk to me that way, and embarrass me in front of the whole school. People whisper as we walk into the room and I lock the door.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? You don't talk back to me."

She studders, and looks like she's about to cry. "I-I just wanted to b-be nice and say thank y-you." She covers her face with her hands and starts crying.

My emotions are all over the place. I want to feel bad for her, but also what? Why would I feel bad? I want to shove her against a wall and beat the shit out of her, but that's unprofessional.

I lift up her chin, just like I did at the party and wipe the tear on her cheek. God her cheeks are soft. I just want to... OH MY GOD? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

I roll my eyes, and start yelling again. "Get out there, give me a hundred pushups, and then go back to your drills. I don't want to hear another word from you again."

She nods and runs out, wiping her nose as she opens the door. Her face is all red from crying, but she has something I'll never have. She's actually a pretty crier. Every time I cry, which isn't often, my face gets all splotchy and I look like I just ran a marathon.

I check the mirror in the locker room, and as I'm about to walk away, i notice a red spot growing on my shirt. Fuck.

I roll up my sleeve to see one of the cuts I made today still bleeding, and staining my shirt, smearing blood all up my arm.

There's nothing I can do except wrap it up and come up with an excuse for the blood on my sleeve.

"My cat scratched me this morning" I don't have a cat. "I fell and scraped my arm." No that's embarrassing, I can't be falling.

I come up with the excuse that I hit my elbow when diving for the ball, and pray people will believe it.

The door opens up, and I quickly pull down my sleeve.

"Oh hey Nine, what are you doing in here?"

She smiles at me. "Just checking up on you. Plus, I think I might need to sit down for a minute. I'm a little dizzy." She stumbles over her words a little bit, and is shaking when she sits down on the bench.

"You okay? Are you sick?" I press my hand up to her head, but she's not hot. "What's up?"

"I'm-I don't really know, but I might just..." She falls onto the bench, passing out. Wait what the fuck? Did she just faint?

I stand up, tapping on her and trying to wake her up. "Nine? Come on, wake up! Haha funny prank, you have a tryout to run." I keep shaking her for about three minutes until she opens her eyes.

"Wait what just happened?" She says slowly sitting up.

"Holy shit Nine, you just like fainted." I say. "Do you need water? A snack? Air?" I don't normally deal with fainting people. I mean I had a few incidents around two years ago when I was struggling with an eating disorder, but it's been a while. I'm assuming that's why she passed out.

I reach into my bag, and grab some leftover fruit from my lunch bag.

"I'm not hungry." She says, pushing away the food.

"Bullshit. Eat it or I'm not joining the team." I toss the food at her, which she eats reluctantly. I can see the panic on her face when I made her eat it though. I've tried to help her get over it, I really have. But she won't budge. And sometimes all you can do is just help them with it. I try to offer her food, but I don't force her into it. Well except for just now, but she passed out, so I had an excuse!

I tell Nine to stay sitting down, and walk back out to the group of girls, still doing drills. "Alright, wrap it up! Tryouts are ending early today. Team lists will be out on Friday. I fucking hated Fridays, so I guess that's one thing to look forward to. It's always "Just make it to Friday." But then as soon as Friday happens, you start over. If life is this shitty, why do I have to keep doing it over and over and over and over and over.

My thoughts are interrupted by one of the other girls trying out making a joke. "Why is practice ending early? So you and 1989 can go make out in the locker room? What was taking so long anyway?" The brunette girl laughs.

"Haha, so funny." I say, sarcastically. And before I know it there's blood on my hand and the girl is on the ground, blood pouring out of her nose. And then I walk out and go home.

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I know absolutely zero knowledge on volleyball, so if anyone knows anything, lmk because all of this is probably nonsense.

Are we liking the story so far? I can't wait to start the lover part of enemies to lovers. Uh oh, spoiler (I mean we knew it would happen at some point)