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TWENTY-FIVE| game is love?

I said it, I told Harry we're through. I can't be with someone who makes me so unhappy. I can't be with a stranger. I wish I would've stuck with that decision.

"Okay team, this game is going to either put us in the playoffs or end our season," Coach said. "Remember to watch for outs and watch for deep serves."

I stand with my long sleeved jersey on and short spandex like everyone else. This time, I don't get to start since Kenzie is back. I probably won't get to play. I know I won't, and I don't want too. I don't feel very good.

We ran out first and got a mixture of cheers and boos. Both sides of the bleachers filled to the max. It's so weird seeing so many people at volleyball games. I was still not used to it. I looked into the crowd and searched for my mother and sister. I eventually found them and saw Mom cheering me on, while Chloe played on her phone.

"Formation!" Coach screamed.

We have the first five minute warmup. I went on the other side of the net since I wasn't starting. Me along with our seven other nonstarters. Warmup went completely wrong. I couldn't receive the ball nor could I serve. Coach continued to yell at me, but I couldn't do anything about my foul playing.

The buzzer rang and it was time for USC to come. As we got off the court and I saw Megan, I haven't seen her in so long. Her hair longer than normal making her ponytail touch her butt and her body looked fit. She looked more muscular, not like a stick anymore.

"Alright team," Coach started. "We beat them before, we can beat them again."

They listened to coach ramble on and on about what we need to watch out for until the five minutes were up. I couldn't listen though, I felt too exhausted to do anything.

We went back out and served. I did only a limited number of jump serves wishing my standing serves would be better, but neither were good because none of my serves went over the net. I was constantly yelled at, which I couldn't care about. My body only wanted to go to bed.

Time ended for serving, and it was time to start. Nerves started to kick in as we slapped hands with the other team. I stood at the end of the line, as well as Megan standing at the end on the other side of the net. I approached her.

"Good luck, Blue Girl," she smirked at me.

Something about her smirk read evil and revenge. She looked angry at me but hid it with that smile. I didn't respond to her, my hand barely hitting hers.

The whistle blew, so me and the seven other nonstarters sat on the bench. USC had first serve. The girl served the ball and our libero got the ball and shanked it. The USC crowd cheered and our coach yelled at our libero. The girl served again and yet again, our libero shanked the ball.

This is gonna be a tough game.

I felt sick just sitting on the bench watching it. I'm worried. Harry and I only dated for two and a half months, maybe not even that long, I didn't count. I just wish I wasn't so unhappy with him. I wish I never met him.

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We've lost both matches so far. USC in the lead of our third match now. Everyone's slacking except for Siena. She's the only one running to get the ball. She's the only one who really cares. Everyone's being subbed out and the bench warmers are playing, except for me and one other. I haven't been in the game yet. My mind's flooding everywhere. To Harry, to my sister, to Siena, and to Megan. It's crazy, so much is happening right now. I don't want to be subbed into the game. I feel exhausted.

"Blue Girl!" Coach yelled at me. "Go get Kenzie."

I sighed and stood. There was no use arguing. Megan's in the game, and she's a starting middle. I walked to the line and called Kenzie's name. I was subbed to the middle again. We had the serve. Siena served the ball and came back up to be the setter. I shifted to the middle and got ready to block.