Behind the Game Face

class and miscommunication

I ran through campus as fast as I could without causing any casualties. Practice just let out and I had 5 minutes to get to my class across campus.

Yay! Note my sarcasm.

"I'm here!" I yelled out as I shoved past the door Dr. Smith was shutting. It was a smaller class of people I've seen since freshmen year.

"Glad you could make it Ms. Lilah." She said with a hint of amusement. "I'm gonna have to have a talk with your coach about letting you out early to get here on time."

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled as I chose the closest seat, trying to regulate my breath. Today had been so chaotic. After hanging out with Princeton on Saturday night, I slept all day on Sunday. It was our only free day and I had no way other planned things that day so I saw fit.

That slumber bled into Monday morning and caused me to almost be late to lift this morning which led straight into practice.

"Welcome back to Clinical Psychology everyone, we have a long semester ahead of us." Dr. Smith greeted. I took out my notebook and laptop, ready to learn something of substance this class.

Only an hour and a half and I'd be free to grab a bite. Let's go.

Before I knew it, my professor let us out of class. I hurried to put my notebook and papers in my backpack as I exited the classroom, not paying attention to my surroundings because soon my papers were on the floor.

"I'm so sorry." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up front bending down to pick up my papers to see Princeton.

"It's okay." I responded after a moment. He helped me gather my papers and I took a second to fully process his look.

He wore a white button down with a grey half zip and a black tie along with some black dress pants. On his shoulder was a black tunic backpack. His curls were styled better today and his normal, thick framed glasses were present.

"Well don't you look handsome today." I commented lightly, lugging my backpack back onto my shoulder. Princeton blushed at my words. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh uh...t-thank you and class. My professors want us to dress in business casual to get us ready for the real world." He answered with quotation marks. I ignored the way his hands looked. "Considering half of us are gonna be wearing ties for the next decade or so. Are you heading anywhere?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of going to Joe's for a sandwhich." I pointed to the shop we have on campus. "If you're free you should come with." I offered.

"Yeah sure." He smiled. "Maybe you can give me some volleyball pointers tutor."

I laughed, turning to block his path as my hands went up to his tie. I tightened it a little as it was looking loose before patting him on the chest.

"It's gonna take more than one tutor session to up your game, but luckily I'm the best." I flaunted, sending him a wink. Princeton's cheeks got red as he looked at me in surprise.

"Lead the way..." He mumbled, allowing me to start walking.

-

"So the setter is kind of like the quarterback then?" Princeton asked. I nodded, my eyes lighting up as he made that connection. Polishing off my fries I clapped.

"Exactly! It's super important for our defense to get a a good ball up for her to set one of the hitters, which are...?"

"Outside, Middle and Opposite?" He answered slowly. "Oh and pipe in the middle back if there's an outside there too."

"Wooo!" I yelled, slamming my hands on the table. "See! You basically know all the positions now and it only took us, 45 minutes."

"I just thought you guys played wherever." He honestly expressed.