Imagine This || Dolan Twins

Volleyball Tournament (Grayson)

✖ Sorry for the lack of updates guys. And I'm really sorry if you requested and I haven't updated it yet. It's just that a lot of things have been going on and it's hard to concentrate much on writing ✖

Y/N: Your Name (first name)
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
Y/BF/N: Your Best Friend's Name
Y/BF/L/N: Your Best Friend's Last Name

Your POV
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(Beware... Unedited af..)

GrayBabe ❤ : you know damn well once I get there it's gonna be lit

Me: yeah whatever, just get here. WE'RE STARTING SOON

GrayBabe ❤ : don't stress it babes, I'll be there before the first game is over

Me: aight fam, aight gtg

GrayBabe ❤ : go slay some hoes for daddy

Me: stfu... YOU NOT MY DAD

"(Y/L/N), let's go already!"

I quickly threw my phone into my duffle bag and zipped it back up.

"Sorry coach, just had to let my mom know where the game was at." I said, running onto the court to get at least a little bit of practice in.

As the clock's final seconds ran down I got one last overhand serve across the court, barley staying inbounds.

"Alright ladies," Coach Malone yelled, clapping her hands together as we hustled off the court and into a huddle.

"Captain's, make acquaintances."

My friend and I met the other team's captain's and listened in on the rules. We went back to our benches to listen in on plays and instructions.

"Group prayer ladies, you know the how we do this."

Then ten of us bowed our heads and joined hands, doing our pre-game ritual.

After about thirty seconds of praising we softly muttered our 'amen's.

"Alright for the first game line-up we've got Baylor, Mojica, (y/bf/l/n), (y/l/n), Conners, and Leon. Next line-up will be determined after this game. Now get let's get out there and kick some Eagle ass, eh?"

We all cheered and shouted before putting our fists in the air.

"Bulldogs on three," I shouted, bringing my first into the circle along with everyone else's for each count.

"One! Two! Three! Bulldogs!" We threw out hands into the air, clapping our hands as the starting six went onto the court.

As I took my setting position and waited for the other team to make their way onto the court, I looked around the bleachers for my boyfriend.

Who was still no where to be seen...

I was more than nervous to play this game. It was our championship title on the line. We haven't lost a game in three years and the thought that this could make or break our consistent record is nerve-racking.

"Hey," (y/bf/n) touched my shoulder as I looked at her.

"Don't be so nervous. He'll show up in no time and we will win this game, alright?"

I nodded, looking around one last time before I got myself set.

They were serving first, so I took a step back while (y/bf/n) took a step forward.

She took her time serving. But when she finally did, it didn't go over the net, meaning it was my turn to serve.

"You've got this (y/n)!"