Jordan's POV
"Can you guys play any worse?" the coach shouted at the tennis teams. Our practices were always combined with the girls team, and they really sucked. Not to be rude or anything. They weren't organized, the only girl who was serious about the sport was Gabby DeDominecis. I'd hate to be in her shoes when it came to the girls tennis team. The coach blew the whistle, and called for the girls team for a talk. My team was able to continue practice as usual.
"Jordan, can you practice with me? I'm kind of struggling with this thing and..." I turned around to find one of the girls Kenzie Hamilton. Kenzie was an okay person. She was just really annoying. And bothersome. And after a while, you just get tired of listening to her high pitched voice. I could easily tell she liked me. She put herself out there to a point where even the most clueless guy could notice her moves.
"Sure, Kenzie." I agreed. Kenzie squealed, and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks, Jordsy!" seriously, Jordsy? where the hell is that coming from. Kenzie ran over to the available court. I followed after her and served the ball without her consent. She was caught off guard and missed completely. Watching her screw up and try to keep herself from throwing a fit amused me. Kenzie ran to get the ball, and clenched it tightly when she came back.
"What was that fit?" she said, her voice slightly raising. I shrugged, and gestured for her to serve the ball. She did so, and I hit it back to her. Kenzie ran in the direction of the ball, hitting it, but too hard. The ball flew over the fence. Groaning, I opened the gates and grabbed it, returning to the court.
"You're hitting the ball too hard." I told her. I went over to her. "Try hitting it softer. Like this." I demonstrated a hit for Kenzie. She did her 'oohs' and 'aahs', and finally hit the ball flawlessly.
"Kenzie, I think you're fine." I said. "So go practice with your team." before I could even walk away, Kenzie grabbed me by the arm.
"So, Jordsy. I was thinking after practice, maybe we could grab some pizza?" She asked. she's asked this about five times now, and I've said no each time. She was batting her eyes and smiling like an angel at me.
"Kenzie, you're a nice girl but... I don't really like you in that kind of way, okay?" I said calmly, rejecting her invitation. Kenzie's expression went from excited to miserable. She released my arm, finally.
"Alright, I understand." Kenzie smiled at me, and walked over to her team. She somehow found a way to keep her mouth shut abut what just happened, and returned to the snobby, bothersome personality she had.
I went back to playing tennis with my actual team.
"What did Kenzie want from you?" My friend Sam asked me. I chuckled.
"The usual, as always." Sam and I snickered a bit, and continued to play a match until practice ended. I went home, showered. and once I was in my room I pulled out my homework. I only had History today, and it was to define a few things. Too lazy to look them up in the textbook, I googled them and finished up.
Then I remembered, I had to practice the partner guitar piece. Grabbing my guitar off the stand, I pulled out the sheet and began playing the melody. I honestly still couldn't believe Ericka was able to play the bass perfectly. Usually I'm doing bass, since a lot of people couldn't every play it correctly. It was weird playing the melody. Like it was foreign to me. This is why I had to practice.
I kind of wish I got Ericka's number though, so I could ask her if she's prepared to play this. I'd look for her on Facebook, but I don't know her last name and literally no one uses Facebook anymore.
I'd ask her tomorrow. And then maybe we can try to play together and see if we got it.
From that moment I pulled out the piece, I couldn't stop thinking about Ericka. Why is she so shy? Was she always like this? I kno she has friends, because she sits right across from me in lunch. She's louder with them. But when you look at her face, you can see that her expression never matches what she's saying to her friends. I think she's the kind of person who throws away all of their own problems, just to fix someone elses. She made her friends laugh a whole lot. She's funny, I can tell. She likes cookies, because she bought about four yesterday. She only eats fruit for lunch, which is a bit light, but then she'll eat from her friends plates.
Why can't she be like that around people she doesn't know? I don't know, maybe she's had a rough time with strangers. Maybe she has a hard time speaking in public. Maybe if I became friends with her, I could show her it's not that hard to interact with complete strangers. I think she's startng to warm up to me, though. She seemed all confident about the bass. And, she finally looked me in the eyes instead of staring at the ground when I spoke to her. She was staring at the grounf do a good twenty minutes before she looked me in the eye for like, two seconds. It's a start, it's a start.
But what I already like about her is that, she's so innocent. She doesn't bring harm to anyone. She's like a mockingbird. She just wants everyone to be happy. It's easy to see that she wants exactly that, she's always trying to brighten her friends day by maing them laugh until their stomachs hurt from it.
She's nothing like Kenzie, for one. Ericka's like a realy, really refined version of Kenzie, and ten times nicer. Ericka can compromise, and doesn't mind if she doesn't get her way every once and a while. Kenzie just wants what she wants, and if she doesn't get it, then everyone around her will suffer her horrible fits and her attitude.
Shaking my head, I tried to stop thinking about Ericka and Kenzie, and I quickly fell asleep.
okay so Jordan kind of over analyses stuff cause idk but he just does ahaha. Funny though, because most of what he noticed from Ericka isn't exactly true whoops. Thanks for reading!
