'they're so pretty it hurts im not talking about boys im talking about GIRLS.' d1 volleyball player love interest, fem x masc, they met before in high school but never thought they would MEET AGAIN. original characters. please read thanks xx
Finally, senior year of college. It seems like I had been waiting for this day for years. Literal YEARS. Not top of the high school, but top of the university, hell, top of UConn. I throw on some sweatpants and try to slam my suitcase shut, as it overpours with clothes. I quickly slide my feet into my slides as my Mum yells at me - still, even over facetime - to hurry up otherwise I would miss my flight. It is 3:04pm, my flight is at 8:30pm. I groan and tell her once again I do not need to be there that early.
I grab my backpack with my surname and jersey number, #2, on the back and fling it over my shoulder. I wheel my suitcase out the door, trying not to fall down the stairs with it. I say a small goodbye to my sister's apartment and head to the lift. Sadly, she wasn't here for the day I would be leaving as she had a wedding to go to in Maine but that's okay as basically the entire she let me stay with her and her husband Rayan. I would normally go back to my house in Cali but my parent's decided to go back to London to visit some family and by the time they got back I would have to go to summer training the day after, so I decided to just chill in New Jersey with my sister.
I arrive at the airport, after grabbing a coffee and a sandwich, I head to the gate. The announcements over the speakers overpower my headphones as I hear 'New Jersey to Connecticut, boarding now, gate 17'.
I reach the security desk as I see a lady, about 30, with red hair, sitting behind her desk asking me to come through.
'Heading to college?' she asks in a monotone voice.
I tiredly reply back, 'Yep, I actually just transferred to UConn for my final year!' my tone sounded more sarcastic than intended but oh well.
Her head still down looking at my passports and documents, 'Your the girl that plays volleyball isn't it? The actor one too?'
Taken aback, I respond, 'Yes that's me. Nice to meet you.' I say trying to be nice, I did not have the energy for this but was surprised someone actually recognised me in this horrid state of sweatpants and greasy hair.
The lady scans my ticket and references my face to passport. She finally looks up for the first time as I notice her emerald eyes. 'Well have fun kid.' Soon after she lets me through.
I look out the window of the plane, a certain blonde crossing my mind, even though I know how much she shouldn't, I can't stop thinking about her. Those eyes.
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