College experience

Chapter 10

Update time! I wanted to incorporate violence in this chapter. Feel the pain, bitches! And I'm like seriously excited for the 27th. VOLLEYBALL RULES!!!! 

Andrew POV:

OMG! Why didn't I hear my alarm go off!!

I jump out of my bed, throw on my volleyball shirt and some black skinny jeans, and hightailed it down to the kitchen. I rush in, taking notice of the cereal sitting on the table for me, and rush to it without a second thought.

"Jeez!" I jump. "It's like your late for an important date!" Briar chuckles.

"I'm late, but not for a date." I say shoveling cereal into my mouth as fast as possible without choking.

"For what?"

"Hannah's volleyball game."

"So you have to go to that too?" I stop and turn to him. He must have seen my look of confusion because he elaborated. "Zar is on the team, and she said if I missed it she would castrate me." I winced and shifted my leg to protect my junk.

"Hannah is the captain. She threatened my reputation. I would have gone anyway."

He shrugs."Then we can just go together." I nod, okay with that.

I look at the clock. 1:30 pm. Shit.

"Well then, we need to go. It doesn't start till 2:30, but we need good seats." I say as he grabs his room key. I make sure mine is in my pocket and grab my phone before meeting Briar at the door.

We walk out and I hear him lock the door behind me before he catches up with my pace.

"Have you ever watched one of these games?" I ask him. He shakes his head no, and I smirk.

"Then your in for a treat. These bitches get brutal! Then you add in Hannah, and heads roll!" I laugh and look over. He doesn't look convinced.

"I guess we'll see then." He adds his two cents.

"I guess we will."

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"Oh My God!"

I laugh at Briar's expression. We walked into the gym at the same time Hannah spiked a ball. I'm sure if she hit it any harder, it would be flat. I have to take his hand because he is frozen in place, mouth open as he watches all the girls hit the ball. I scan the bleachers, looking for a space to sit.

Ah ha! Found one! And right at the top. Perfect! No ricocheting volleyballs hitting us up there! It was still a challenge to drag him up the bleachers though.

"Duck!"

Briar and I hit the step as a ball comes flying over us, exactly where our heads would have been.

"That's why we don't sit at the bottom." I say standing back up. He nods and hurried up the steps, now dragging me.

Reaching our seats wasn't hard after that. The ball came rolling back and Briar picked it up and tossed it to a random player from the other team. We sit down with our popcorn and sodas, fully intent on watching the players warm up.