imessages - g.d

12

I ran to the locker room, walking in on most of the girls getting ready. I threw my bag into my locker, pulling out my uniform. I quickly change and  put my lock on.

"Alright girls," I shout, my voice echoing in the locker room. "We have two more games this season. These last two games will determine if we make it to the playoffs. Girls', I know we could do this. Can I get a HOO-RYDE!"

"HOO-RYDE!" they all shout, raising a fist into the air.

"Now, lets beat Crawford, alright?"

"Yeah!"

I walk out of the locker room and sorta skip my way to the big gym. I thought it was stupid that the girls locker rooms were connected to the smaller gym. Why couldn't both locker room be connected to the smaller gym. It was honestly idiotic. I make my way, and grab a volleyball. This game was the second to last game like I told my other team mates.

I run inside, looking at the bleachers. the stands were filling up, people with food from the food places that surrounded Hoover. I could really kill for some bubble tea right now.

"Eileen! Head's up!" I hear the words quickly, turning around just in time to set the ball. It bounced off the culprit's head, making him shriek.

"Dammit! One day, Eileen, I will surprise you," Dail, or well Jack, groans, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Good luck with that, Dail," I snicker. "I have eyes on the back of my head."

"I figured you weren't human," He jokes around. "Anyways, beat Crawford. Get the Lady Cards into the play offs. This school needs a win since the football team was shit this year."

"True. Will do, Dail. Go big or go home."

He nods, throwing a volleyball at me. Some of my team mates were already out on the floor, and I grabbed Hannah as my partner to practice. The time was going by quicker that I wanted it too, and soon enough, the team got into position.

"You got this, Eileen!" some one shouts from the stands. I grin, crouching into position.

"We got this," I mutter softly to myself.

The game was neck and neck. There were a few mishaps and slips, main times one of us ran into each other. Each side had won one set, and we were almost done. 21 to 24.

"Come on, Cards. One more point, that's all we need!" I shout. Everyone was cheering in the stands. I saw that even the HOO-RYDE boys were on the second floor, cheering us on.

The girl on Crawford's team serves the ball, and were at it. I look at the girls in front of me, running around. I hear my name, look up and jump, smacking the ball down so hard, you could feel the vibration of the impact.

"We did it!" I scream, running to the group of girls that were huddling in the middle of the court. We all jumped together in union, shouting our chant that we had made earlier in the year.

The team disperses, going towards the net and walking in a straight line and high-fiving each other. The game officially and we head over to our coach.

"Girls, good job out there. Especially you, Eileen. That spike was straight on. Have you been working on your hit?" Coach Tim asks.

"No, sir. I guess, I just got lucky," I grin, shrugging my shoulders.

"What, that was some luck. Anymore harder, you would have knocked out one of the players from Crawford," he laughs, gaining a few chuckles from the girls. "Anyways, you all did good. My senior players, I hope you all have your posters done by next Friday. Remember it's Senior night."

"Yes Coach Tim," we all say in union.

"That's all I have to say. Have a good night girls, don't have too much fun celebrating."

I'm about to walk to the locker rooms, when someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around quickly to see that it's Hannah.

"Hey Hannah, what's up?"

"Lenny told me to tell you he's outside the gym. You didn't bring your bag so he couldn't reach you."

"Yo, thanks for telling me. You have a good night!" I shout as I start jogging towards the exit.

"You too," I hear her shout back.

Making my way out of the gym, the cool air from the evening hits my flushed face. My eyes searched around, and I spotted someone, but it wasn't Lenny. Correction, it wasn't just Lenny.

In the other guy's hand, was a volleyball and a bouquet of flowers. The closer I got to him, the more defined his features became. Made me question how someone could be so fucking flawless.

Wait, what does that volleyball say?

Will you go out on a date with me?

I looked up as we stood in front of each other. I quickly glance beside him, seeing a guy almost identical to each other.

This isn't fucking happening right now.

"Hello princessa. It's finally nice to see you."

Xx

Good night guys.