A Chance Meeting

No Name Hungry Tigers

Heyooooo!!! I'm baaaack!!! Enough with the small talk. Guess what?

I started a new fan fiction!! If you wanna check out out, it's called "Pulling the Plug" It's kinda serious:\

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SARAH'S POV


Are you fucking kidding me...


We're gone for no more than 10 minutes, and they're already trapping Zayn with the femenin hygine products...

Abby sighed and walked towards the not so manly screams coming from the bathroom. When she was gone, I turned to the boys.

"Listen up," I said. "Abby has a volleyball game today, and you all have to be on your BEST behavior. Got it?" The boys nodded in understanding.

"How do we stop a stampede of fans, if it comes?" Zayn asked, returning with Abby. I smirked and replied;

"I have a plan..."

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"This hairsprays itchy!" Louis complained from the backseat.

"Well too bad, Mr. Complains-a-lot, deal with it." Abby said, annoyed by the heavy complaining coming from one person in particular...

*cough* Louis *cough*

Stuffing 7 people into a Mini Cooper required some creative packing, but we managed.

Given then chance to disguise One Direction. I have to say we did NOT disappoint.

We had gone with the emo look.

We had to cut Louis out of his One Direction shirt. He could barely put it on, much less take it off. So, when we finally got him out of it, we dressed him and the rest if the boys in all black.

I'm just glad I wouldn't give back her boyfriend from my goth phase's clothes back, otherwise we'd have a problem on our hands...

"Hey! Give me back my bandanna!" Zayn yelled at Harry who had stolen it.

"No! I wanted the bandanna!" Harry held it out of Zayn's reach.

"IF Y'ALL DON'T STAHP YOUR BICKERIN, WE GON TURN THIS CAR AROUND!" I threatened them. They immediately stopped and stared at me wide eyed.

"That's what I thought..." Much like Abby, I gain an accent when I'm angry. Except mines a New Orleans, like from where my moms from, not a ghetto. Abby's not from the ghetto, she just really likes the city...

"YAY! We're here, finally." Abby pulled into the parking lot and turned around to face the boys.

"Okay, be on your best behavior. Stay with Sarah and no craziness or giving away who you are... Then we'll be in a HUGE mess, got it?"

They all nodded.

"Good.... Now lets gooooooo!" She yelled, jumping out if the car and running with the boys right behind her to the back door.

I rolled my eyes and followed, but was soon stopped by a certain curly haired boy.

"So, you do any sports?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, yeah! If you consider dance a sport, WHICH IT IS!" I told him while we slowly walked to the door.

"Oh, I believe you. I think it's harder than football, in my book at least." He said. I giggled.

"I'm sure it is!"

He looked at me as he held the door open for me.

"You have a pretty laugh..." He mumbled with his head down.

"Thanks..." I blushed. "We should, um, probably go in now..."

"Oh! Uh, Yeah... Lets go." He said as I walked by.

Probably go inside now? Damn, Sarah, get your shit together! Ug...

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ABBY'S POV

"Mine!" Rachel called as the coach tossed the ball over the net for a warm up. She passed it to Madison, our setter. We nodded as she set it in the air, perfect for a spike. I tooled three steps and jumped, then I HIT THAT MOFO BALL WITH ALL MY POWER!!! Tommy, our ball (our team named it after the campus player), never stood a chance against the ABBINATORRRR!

"YEAH! ABBEHHHHHH!" The boys popped up cheered at the top of their lungs, earning them tons of annoyed looks.

"Guys, this is just a warm up... The other team hasn't even showed up!" Sarah explained.

The boys sat down, disappointed.

"Great hit, Abby!" Rachel said, rolling her eyes at the sudden outburst from the boys.

"Thanks!" I replied with a smile on my face.

"Alright, great warm up, ladies. Hustle in." Coach Olivia called us to a huddle as the other team started filing in.

"Today is the first day of the season, and were gonna make it to championships! We're gonna make it through undefeated! We were so close last year, and we've been practicing-"

"Uh, coach?" A voice in the back of the huddle cut off her pre-game speech. As soon as we saw who it was, we all inwardly groaned.

Jessica.

Everyone on the team hated Jessica.

She thought she was the best player, and don't get me wrong, she was good. She just thought that because she could set decently, she was the best volleyball player on the face of the earth.

Gag.

Someone's full of themselves, am I right or am I right? God...

"Oh, shut up, your just jealous." She said tossing her hair. We glared at her as she continued with her question. "Anyway, I'm going to be team captain this game." She said.

Um, what?

"Sorry Jessica, but Abby was elected last practice, remember?" Coach said.

"Yeah, but...." She shut up as we quickly started our cheer, but glared at me the whole time. Oh... Yeah... There's that..." Niall hung his head.

I sighed.

"Niall, I'm sorry, it's just I'm under a lot of stress an-"

"I'LL HELP YOU WITH THE CASE!" Niall jumped up, cutting me off.

"Niall, you don't have t-"

Sorry, better luck next time! I flipped her off in my mind, even though I wanted to do it in real life, and I took my position as right hitter and looked across the net at our competition for this game (there's two per tournament).

Oh great, it's the bulldogs...

Last year we were one game away from the championships when we played these bastards. I guess they're REALLY messed up in the cabessa, because they tripped Madison as she came out of the bathroom. They broke her ANKLE IN TWO PLACE!

We forfeited the game to go with her to the hospital... Well, except for Jessica, of course.

Long story short, they're heartless cheating bastards.

The girl on the other side of the net hissed at me.

"Yikes, might wanna get that facial deformity checked out..." I told her sneering.

She stood up from her athletic position, confused, just as Kristen served the ball over. This animal chick was so confused by my sassiness she didn't notice the ball hurdling towards her...

You can guess the rest.

Her team glared at her as she picked up the ball and tossed it back to Kristen.

"Great serve, Kris!" We told her. We're a supportive team.

This time she served it to the very back of the court, and they passed it to the front, then actually managed to get it over the net.

The bulldogs aren't that good... 😕

Kristen passed it to Madison, who set it perfectly to me. As soon as she set it, she whipped around to the next and gave the bulldogs a WHATCHA GONNA DO BOUT IT? Look.

When the ball reached the perfect height I took my three steps and hit the ball right at miss freaky chick.

"Yeah! GO ABBY! GO ABBY!" The boys and Sarah yelled.

The game flew by, and before we knew it, it was halftime.

We had set, served, and passed our way to SWEET, SWEET VICTORY, MOFOS!

I usually use my halftime to get lunch with Sarah at the cafe down the street.

I walked over to the bleachers chugging my water. I closed my eyes to wipe the sweat from my forehead when I was startled by someone grabbing me from behind.

"I KNOW SPINJITSU!" I yelled, making karate hands and spinning around. I saw Niall with his hand in the air as if he was getting arrested.

"I'M INNOCENT!" He yelled.

"Oh my god, Niall, don't do that!" I scolded him. Immediately I felt another person hugging me from behind. I jumped and looked up to see Louis.

"Good job, Abby!" He said with his head on my shoulder.

"Thanks! I smiled at him. "Now lets go eat! I'm starved." I plopped down on the bench to remove my knee pads next to Zayn.

I looked him in the eyes and said,

"BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." What, I'm tired?