Apart

Volleyball

January 4th
Emma
I grabbed my stuff off my desk and started to the door. Time to go to sixth period. The school day was almost over. Almost.
Time to go to P.E. I sighed, walking down the stairs. Then I took a sharp right and walked into the girl's locker room.
I checked to make sure my sneakers were tied and quickly tied my hair up into a ponytail.
The other girls huddled together, talking and gossiping. One of the gym teachers came out.
"Ok, let's go!" She said. We filed out of the locker room into the gym.
I stayed at this side of the gym with some of the girls. Some boys walked over from across the gym, where their locker room was.
I noticed that the kid with the blue eyes was in my class.
We warmed up and then my teacher said, "Ok, today is our first day doing volleyball." She proceeded to explain the game to us and showed us some moves. "I will put you into random teams."
There are twenty-four kids in my class and four courts so we were in teams of six.
"Emma, Jolie, Ryan, Nick, Evan, and Joey go over there."
I walked over to our assigned court. The team we were against followed us over. The boy was on the opposite team.
We began playing. I served the ball first. The blue eyed boy hit it back over, and Ryan smacked it back. A girl from his team dove for it and missed. We got the ball back and Jolie served. The blue eyed boy spiked it over to our side and the hard ball hit the ground. I glared at him as he served the ball to us. I whipped it back to their side and scored. The game kept going on like this.
Then it happened. The blue eyed boy spiked the ball and it hit me right in the face. My vision started to blur. My head and throbbed. I could just barley see him ducking under the net and run over to me. I started swaying on my feet. Then I fainted.

I woke up in one of the beds in the nurse's offices. She looked up from her desk.
"Ah, awake I see."
I opened my mouth to speak, but it hurt to much.
"You got hit by a volleyball."
I'm aware of that.
"That boy who hit you carried you down here." The nurse carried on.
My heart jumped. Really? He carried me?
I strained to talk. "Am I hurt really bad?"
"Your nose took quiet a beating. It is bloody, but not broken. You may have a bump on your head for a while."
Great. Just great.
Just then I heard footsteps. It was the boy. "Can I talk to her in private?" He asked the nurse.
She nodded and walked away.
The boy came over to me and looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't mean to."
"At least you didn't kill me."
He smiled. "I never caught your name."
I choked up. "M-my name is Em-m-ma."
"Sweet. I'm Luke." He grabbed my hand, squeezed it, and let go.
I smirked. "Well what was that for?"
He smiled back. "Just to do it." Luke started walking away. He turned around and winked at me, then ran down the hall.
What the hell just happened? Did that seriously just happen? Am I dreaming? All I could think of was his firm hand holding mine.
Then I became aware of time. It must be almost time to go. I hopped out of the bed, despite my head. After consulting the nurse, I ran upstairs and rushed to my locker, shoving everything into my bag. I went to my homeroom, as the nurse instructed. Sure enough, the bell rang almost the moment I walked through the doorway.