{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

thirty'six

"I just cannot believe that my Sports teacher would make me practice tennis. So far, in all Sport tutoring sessions, I've never heard of tennis being included and taught. I really wonder why they'd actually include such a Sport. It's thoroughly ridiculous, I tell you." I growled angrily. My mood was not in high spirits today. Not after hearing about tennis.

Nichols shrugged lightly, continuing to bounce the stupid ball on his stupid racket/

"I don't make up what we have to do." was all he replied.

I watched him as he bounced the ball up and down on his racket, my eyes following his flowing movements.

My hands subconsciously tweaked at my tennis pleated white skirt, pulling it down a little. I'd had this skirt since I was little and it still fit, the only problem was that it was short, that's all and made me feel like a slut.

Yeah, I'm a trousers/jeans girl, I don't like displaying my body out for the public eye.

I'm kind of like a nun, I guess.

But, whatever.

I put my hand on my hip, cocking my head to the side as I watched Nichols move quickly across the court, his legs agile and his lithe body, leaning to the side as he stretched to catch the ball on the racket.

Dressed in white shorts and a dark green polo shirt that really brought out his eyes, I just stared at him, noticing small delicate features that I never saw before. Like, how strong his jaw looked, how he had subtle muscles that I could just barely make out beneath his shirt and how his shrouded green eyes looked so…dark and different when he had taken off his sunglasses.

Taken off his sunglasses?!

"Is there something so amusing about me that you feel the need to stare and grin?" his voice broke me out of my reverie and I tried hard to ignore the fact that I noticed how deep his voice really was.

"Yeah. I was wondering if you could get any more dorkier than you are now." I responded back coolly although I could feel my cheeks growing slightly warm.

I blamed it on the temperature though.

What?

It was hot out today, so don't blame me, people.

He shook his head and sighed although he was grinning and slipped the sunglasses back on, adjusting his visor.

It really was hot out today, the sun was really giving its all today, despite the fact that it was so close to winter.

Eh, it was probably giving its all today possibly because the next few days would be rain, rain and even more rain.

Very, very strange but I gave no more thought to it than I would if there was no sun at all and only clouds.

That being said, this brings me to my other point. How can they expect people to tutor each other in tennis, outside? Especially if it was winter.

Granted, it was sunny today but whatever, today is just an exception.

"…Yep." I finally concluded after scrutinizing Nichols hard to see if he could get any more dorkier and he definitely can. MUCH more dorkier.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to my racket that was basically just hanging limply in my hands.

"Practice with the ball and racket, like I'm doing, see?" he gestured at what he was doing and I followed, dropping the ball almost every single time I tried though.

"This is hopeless." I finally sighed after trying and failing about fifty times.

Nichols shook his head and strode over to me, showing and guiding me through the movements, explaining very carefully, how to do it.