Enough

Chapter 1

Life is all about planning, its about planning and having a routine. My whole life has been just that, a routine. Monday through Friday I went to high school in Torrance, California. However, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I had volleyball practice after school from 8pm-10pm. Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays I had lift from 7pm-8pm. And finally while everyone else was going out and partying on Saturday nights, I was at a tournament from 8am till as late as 10pm. "Be the best Ava, you've got to be the best. You've missed too much to be considered second, you are the best, prove it." That went through my head every time I would set foot on the volleyball court. I knew that in order to succeed in my volleyball career and eventually make it to my dream school at Stanford University, I had to be the best version of me that I could possibly be. That meant no distractions, ESPECIALLY boys. 

"AVA ARE YOU UP FOR SCHOOL YET?!" Mom yelled on a warm November Monday. Today was the first day of club practice as well. 

"YES I'M UP!" I yelled back as I sat at my desk brushing my hair and attempting to put on makeup while finishing my reading for AP Bio. Senior year is probably the most and least stressful year. I submitted early action to Stanford, Pepperdine, and USC, hoping to hear back from one of my top three schools so I can make a commitment soon. 

I grabbed my water bottle, backpack, keys, slammed my knees against the steering wheel of my Nissan and drove 20 minutes to South High School and parked next to one of my best friends Eric. 

"On a scale of 1-10 how sore are you today?" Eric laughed as he got out of his black Toyota Tundra. 

"I'd say about a solid 7." I smiled and intertwined my arm with his and walked into school. 

Eric and I had been friends since third grade. He always supported me and came to as many of my volleyball games that he could. Eric was very tall and handsome. He wasn't cute, he was handsome. His brown hair was always cut pretty short and he took care of himself very well. We never talked about if we had feelings for each other, but I always got butterflies when he came around. He made my heart happy. 

"So, Ava have you seen the new transfer?" My friend Clara turned around and asked me during AP Bio. 

"No, who is he?" I asked not looking up from my notes as tried to study for the pop quiz that we could potentially have. 

"Dylan I think his name is." Clara looked to Eric for reassurance, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah thats his name Dylan. He's gorgeous." 

"Like I've said plenty of times before, it is pointless for one to get a boyfriend senior year because we will be going to different places in 7 months. Plus, after Kyle I really do not want to get into anything serious." 

Kyle and I were together for two years. And to be totally honest that were the two years that I was most distracted from what I wanted to do. I fell behind in my training and my school work and I knew that it couldn't happen again. 

After my AP Bio class I had AP Psychology, this class was probably one of my favorites. Mr. Salmon had the greatest energy that the class was always able to feed off of. Even though I didn't want to pursue a degree in psychology, it was a subject that still interested me. I had that class with Eric and my other closest friend Natalie. Natalie and I met when we were in 4th grade and we've gone to the same school ever since. Natalie associated with some people who I did not particularly care for, but a handful of them were nice and accepting. 

"I'm telling you Ava he's beyond perfect." Clara groaned at lunch looking at what I'm guess what was Dylan's Instagram, "Crap my phone died." Clara sighed and put her phone away in her jacket pocket. 

"I really wanna know what this guy looks like." Eric slammed his Calc book shut.

"Have you ever seen an angel?" Eric shook his head no, "Thats what he looks like." Clara laughed.

I smiled to myself, Clara was what one might call boy crazy. She meant well, and she would make a great FBI agent one day. The problem was that Clara always went after the guys that every girl fell for, and she always ended up getting hurt in the end. However, when she would find the right guy, no matter who it was, she would make him the happiest guy in the world. 

After lunch, I had a teachers assistant period where I just sat in my favorite teacher Mr. Flores' chair and graded papers and such. He was probably my favorite teacher that I had all of high school. I had Mr. Flores for AP Prep freshmen year, AP. European History sophomore year, and now I was his TA. You could tell he really cared about each of his students. When I got to class and settled at his desk, there was no work for me to do so I decided to get a jump on my AP Psych homework and hopefully finish it so I wouldn't have anything to worry about tonight. 

"Ava?" I heard Mr. Flores as he tapped my shoulder. 

"Huh? What?" I lifted my head up off his desk and realized that I had fallen asleep, "Crap, did I fall asleep?" 

"Yeah, its passing period. Ava, I'm concerned are you getting enough sleep?" Mr. Flores asked refusing to let me leave. 

"On a solid day I get about 5 hours. I know its not enough but there's just too much to do in the day and not enough hours. Excuse me I have to get to AP Gov." I left Mr. Flores with a puzzled look on his face. He was right, I didn't get enough sleep I also didn't eat properly and I exercised way too much. But at the end of the day it would all be worth it. 

As I sat in my AP. Gov class checking my phone before class started I over heard the conversation between my teacher and a new student but before I could catch his name the fire alarm rang and we all lined up to leave class. I didn't have a chance to see the new kids face, but the back of his head was nice. The fire drill ended and we were dismissed from school early. While I walked to my car I stared down at my phone reading an email from my coach about practice tonight, I bumped into someone and dropped everything in my hands. 

"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking at all." I stammered trying to pick up my things. 

The student laughed, "Its okay." I looked up to see a boy with brown hair and big brown eyes looking at me, "Oh hey, you're in my Government class that didn't happen today." 

"Yes I am, I'm Ava." I smiled standing up. 

"I'm Dylan."