2 touch

ch1

It was another depressing day. Like usual my alarm beamed loudly in my ear screeching some terrible beeping noice like some agitated kid. I reached for it to shut it off, as it jumped away teasing me to sit up and open my eyes.

Ugh practice.

In all honesty I love vollyball but a 6am start is not my cup of tea. The early nights, and the waking up before the sun even has a chance to warm up my bedroom. Nope nope nope. But the quite mornings and fresh air on the way to school is alright.

I stumbled into my bathroom being careful to not wake up my younger sister as I started to brush my teeth. Our conjoined bathroom isn't the most convient, all her makeup, skincare and perfumes taking up most of the counter. However I do learn alot from her exotic routine. She has finally convinced me to cleanse and moisturise my skin. And as much as I'd hate to admit it, my skin has been glowing ever since.

I turned to my side of the counter starting to wet my face and use the cleanser she got me. Cerve I think she called it, as much as we argue we do love each other, so I don't mind using this skincare to make her happy. I wet my hair aswell putting a but of gel in it to style my black locks in their classic way. Then I reluctantly added the moisturiser and tried to hype myself up in the mirror.

Yawning, I strutted back into my bedroom to get ready to go. It was a bleak room with a small amount of posters on the wall. Some of my favourite bands like green day and others of my favourite vollyball players.

Just before I left the house i winced slightly as I pulled on my knee brace. A couple of month ago I had landed on my knee wrong in a crucial game against a tough opponent in the quarter finals. The doctor told me I had developed patellar tendinitis, this ment I had to stop playing volly ball for a while as it healed a bit, doing certain exercises to quicken the healing. But as of last week I was aloud back in to kick everybody's but.

About half an hour later I made it to practice meeting face to face with with Glen. The most annoying, frustrating, popular, handsomest, talented, guy in school.

"James?" He glared "your late". I gave him a small mumble as a responce "literally a minute". He stared me up and down disproving. I don't know how the girls liked him he was a dick. "Put your bags in the locker room, and join everyone for warm up please james"

I hated him, he was barely able to cope with him before he was captain but now ughhh I just can't. 'As vice captain you should set a better example" I mocked as I placed my bags down into my locker.

I joined everyone with warms ups stretching our arms and doing some light jogging. I paused before joining in with the leg stretches not wanting to seem weak wincing at doing them. I looked at coach pleadingly. Please don't make me do it infront of everybody please. Coach looked back and sighed nudging his head in the corner to where nobody can hear me.

"Erm sorry guys but I need to do some special stretches for my leg, I don't want to distract anyone so I will just do it over there." God that was the worse wchse that ever came out of my mouth like ever. Glen looked at me clearly seeing right through me. Shocker. "Alright guys let's go and do high knees". I stood for a moment in disbelief, did he not see right through my crappy disguise.

I jogged over into the corner starting the stretches the doctor gave me slightly wincing and groaning as I did it. God this was so embarrassing but the more I did them the less time I will have to keep doing them. I got up shaking my legs off a bit before joining the others.

I was just your avarge middle blocker, however I specialised in spiking. Glen was the setter, does that surprise you much. And then there were the rest of the team, alex our bubbly but determined libero, Nathan our quite off the court but happy on the court ace, and then everyone else. I am aware of the others on the team but alwx and Nathan where my probably my closest freinds on the team, although it is mainly them and then me, a bit like the Steve meme. There was jarad, ethan, terry, kurro, merr and jj tho. They where alright.

We finished up with practice Glen constantly targeting me and criticising my technique as much as he could. I hated days like today when coach let him do all the coaching. Everybody else are amazing golden eggs and what am? The roting one that your grandma thinks she can still use for her cakes. I swear he hated me. 'James close your arms more, James you could of dived for that ball, James you need to pay attention to the court'. And then he gets confused when I get a knee injury.

I limped back to the locker rooms starting to get undressed for the showers. Atleast we didn't have school that day so I could get home and ice my knee. I turned with my towel around my waist and my bag of toiletries. Glen's eyes met with mine.

He was just in his towel like me. His tonned abs looking like they have been carved by a Greek God. And his brown hair slicked to the side with sweat. I looked away as to not look like I wanted to look at him. Wich I dont he is unsufrable. I rushed into the showers being the first one in there, my heart racing sightly. God fuck me. Why did he kinda.....

Get your gay arse washed. That's Glen fucking Wilson. Everybody knows he is attractive but he is a pric.

I breathed trying to get washed as quickly as possible as to be the first one out the shower room and there for out the building. As I quickly added shampoo into my hair, I heard a low grunt from the stall next to me. Then followed by a "shit". Wait is that Glen. I bottle slid under the shower cubicle, I picked it up refusing to hold it for to long and pretend like I dint here anything. I threw it over the stall wall and said "its all right mate".

To be fair I am a lewd person so I tried my best to always ignore my brain and act like everything is normal. However that is hard when Glen Wilson is in the stall next to you grunting and moaning. In a public shower room is crazy though and the Glen that I knew would never. I must be imagining things, he probably can't pick up his shampoo bottle or somthing.

I need to get out of here as quick as I can. Relationship problems or not I should not have to hear that. I washed the shampoo out of my hair and walked out the shower rooms getting changed as quickly as I could to get out of here and ice my knee.

Just as I was pulling my cosy joggers up. Guess who fucking comes in. Glen. I cam not look at him right now. He is absouloutly disgusting, an animal.
"James make sure you ice that knee when you get home" he said monotoned. Ahhhh I can't with this guy I was literally going to do that. More and more orders. You would think that he was the king of England or something.  "Yeah planning too" I replied with a hiss. "Wouldn't need to though if you would of let me had a break from you naging" I said under my breath. He chucked turning away from me taking putting his underwear on under his towel.

Oh shit I might aswell be at the Mariana Trench with the hole I have dug myself now. But then he stayed silent no comment just got changed. I stood in a slight disbelief. But this wasn't like Glen at all where is the defending comment like 'you are vice captain you should already be doing that stuff'. But there was nothing. This is my time to escape, I picked up my bag and started heading for the door.

"James"

Ohh I celebrated to soon. I turned annoyed, sighing at the now half dressed Glen in the corner of the room. I nodded for him to go on nastily. "Come with me" he said not threatened by me at all. God I hate this guy. Why do I have to spend another minute with this animalistic drag.

"Why?" I said annoyed. Practice was over there was nothing for us to discuss. "I have something to show you" he said leaving his t-shirt but walking to his office non the less. Whyyy. What torture does he want me to go through, jt would kf took him to seconds to put his shirt on. But no he has to be a dick, and try and distract me.

I followed him into his office. Yes his office each year the captain gets this office. It was a bland simple place with a skinny chair and a desk. Glen had decorated it abit with some stationary and pillows. "There is nothing here waht do you want" I said yawning. My leg seriously begging for that ice. He shut the door behind him locking it. Why does he need to lock it. Surely it won't be that important just some more nagging or a book I need to read for my leg.

But suddenly he turned the light off. His faint shadow drawing nearer and nearer until I cam feel his breath on my nose. NO NO NO this is not happening.