The ball was served from the other side as my primal instincts kicked in and I entered the zone. It was a long deep serve to my side of the court. I planted my feet for a jump as I called out to one of my teammates that I was gonna "set" them. I leaped, timing it perfectly, giving the ball a light touch towards them. It was almost in an instant that my teammate leaped up to my set and slammed it down with mega force across the net. The ball went so fast that the receiver didn't even have time to react as it slammed straight into their chest.
That was some of the best teamwork that I've ever seen from someone. For once it felt like the person that caught my set was on the same caliber as me. I didn't even see who it was that caught it because they moved so fast. I fell out of my zone real quick to regain reality to see who was this impressive player.
Of course, standing right in front of me with her eyes blazing and her stance firm was the beautiful Scarlett.
Jesus Christ, this women is obviously a goddess sent from heaven. Like there is no other answer to how amazing she is than that. That only meant I had to stay at her level or be better to impress her. I feel back into my zone and sent myself for our serve. My teammate served the ball, this time it being short to throw off the the teams defense. The other side rushed to the ball as they hit it over the net to Scarlett's end who immediately set it to her comrade to the left of her. It was a perfect pass that made him spike it perfectly down. This time the opponent was ready as one of them ricocheted it off their arm as it spun right towards me. It went a little bit over my head as I ran to catch up with it. I planted my foot to be able to turn around and smack it back to my teammates but, my planting foot was off as I slipped and went face first into the sand. The ball hit me on the head and roll off as I could hear Derrick already laughing his ass off. I got up and brushed myself off as Scarlett came running up to me, "Oh my god Alex, you okay? That looked like a nasty fall." I tried to play it off, "Yeah I'm fine. Its nothing. Let's just get back out there." We alternated positions and stood ready. The ball, being a short serve this time, came to the right of me to my other teammate. He set me, nothing like Scarlett's, but enough to where I could get a hit out of it. I jumped and swung the hammer down but the ball ultimately went straight into the net and back into my face. I hit the ground with a heavy thud as I took my second defeat. Once again, more laughter was met with me as I stand up and brush myself off. I hear Scarlett yell from behind me, "You sure you're okay Alexander? You seem off." I give her a thumbs up as I get ready for the next serve.
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...The slips, mess ups, and misses kept piling up on one another. If you were to look at me you would think that I got into a battle royal rather than I fucking volleyball game. I was pissed. The one goddamn chance I had to impress Scarlett and I was blowing it out of the fucking water. I can't pass, save, or score at all. Scarlett probably thinks I'm a fucking loser. But, its all good. I just need to remain calm and play like I usually do. The next ball flies over the net in what seems like slow motion. I stare it down like it's high noon.
"I will hit this and score.."
That's all I could think of. Because that's what I was gonna do! I was gonna strike this down with all my built up rage and start playing like the goddamn player I am. I took a breath and leaped, aiming my shot in perfectly; there was no way I could miss this shot. It's mine and I'm about to own it. I smacked it down with inhuman force. The crackle of the hit seemed to echo through the park as it spiraled hard into the sand of the opponent's side.
"Yes, I did! Now I'm back!"
I was still in free fall, happy in my mind that for once I didn't fuck it up! This is it, now it's officially time for me to do what I do best, kick fucking ass in volleyball. There is no person on earth who can't stop me from what I'm about to do...
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RomanceAlexander Truman is a Junior in highschool. He's what you call your typical "average highschool boy." Loves sports, video games, and is involved in some sort of extracurricular activity. However, there is one thing that sets him apart from all his f...