"I once said I was your forever. That promise still stands, even if the years have taken it from your memory. I'm still yours."
Demetrius Guevarra, the dedicated captain of Winterville Academy's volleyball team, has always held onto the memory of hi...
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Demetrius's POV
The inter-high volleyball tournament is coming. It's crunch time. We have to put our blood, sweat, and tears into our training if we want to win this year. My mind was focused on improving every single day, polishing my skills while making sure I kept up with my academics. Minsan nakakadrain pagsabayin ang pagiging athlete at academic achiever, pero alam ko na magiging worth it ang lahat ng effort ko sa huli.
As I crouched slightly, hands on my knees, I took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead using the collar of my shirt. Focus, Demetrius. The ball was already in the air again, spinning fast towards me. My body moved on instinct—feet planting firmly on the ground, hands lifting at just the right moment, perfectly setting the ball up for our ace, Mackenzo.
Enzo leaped high, his body coiled with power, and spiked the ball with full force. Smack! The sound of the ball hitting the floor echoed through the court, and our scorer blew the whistle.
Point! The scoreboard now flashed 20-18 in our favor.
I couldn't help but smile smugly. Lamang kami and the momentum was on our side.
From the other side of the net, I heard Matthew's frustrated voice. "Maduga talaga! Bakit kasi magkasama kayo?! Dapat nandito sa amin si Enzo eh!" His voice carried a mock-complaint, though I could tell he was half-serious.
I chuckled and threw an arm over Enzo's shoulder, smirking in Matthew's direction. "There's no way, bro! We're unstoppable together. Hindi mo kami mapapaghiwalay," I teased back.
Enzo, being the competitive spirit that he is, grinned at Matthew and flexed his arm. "Sucks to be you!" he taunted, earning a playful glare from Matt, who dramatically threw his hands up in defeat.
"Unstoppable daw, ha! Makikita niyo rin. Once we take you down, don't cry ha, Demetri?" Matthew shot back, crossing his arms as if he was already plotting revenge.
"Yeah, yeah," I waved him off with a laugh. "Sa panaginip mo na lang matatalo kami." I was half-joking, but I knew deep down we couldn't let up.
Our opponents will be tough, and we still have a lot to refine. Pero hindi ko rin mapigilan na magyabang ng konti, especially when I knew how strong our synergy was as a team.
The game resumed after a short break. We continued with the same intensity. Set after set, spike after spike. Every point mattered, and the feeling of dominating the game was exhilarating. As I wiped off another bead of sweat from my forehead, I felt the familiar surge of adrenaline in my veins.
When we finally finished the scrimmage, the coach blew his whistle, signaling the end of practice. I collapsed onto the floor, letting out a tired but satisfied sigh. Enzo dropped down beside me, panting but grinning from ear to ear. "That was good, bro."
"Yeah, but we can't get too cocky. Matindi rin ang mga kalaban sa tournament. We still have a lot to improve," I reminded him, though I felt that quiet confidence bubbling up inside me. This could be our year.
