Volleyball Princess

Chapter 5: Getting Involved

A/N: I really have nothing to say at the moment. Um, thanks for supporting and reading my story? :D

Dedication: Thank you CarlaDuPlessis for all your help!!! I'm happy to have found a great editor like yourself ^^

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August 26: Friday

When I ask my dad the story of how he first met my mom, he always tells how different they were. She wanted to be a doctor while my dad wanted to be a professional basketball player, she was clumsy and fragile, while he was tough and strong. She was very clever while he just had talent. She was very anti-social, usually just hung out with a group of two or three people, while my dad knew like half the school population.

Briana, my mother, did not want any distractions - this included men. Knowing my dad though, he did not give up. He persisted on taking her out on a date, no matter how many times she rejected him, to the point that eventually she had to agree.

Well today is my third day at school. I have not seen the girl since she ran off on Wednesday. I have figured out she is in a couple of my classes. Her name is Lucy Jones. The teachers keep marking her, obviously, as absent. I hope she is alright.

As for Trevor, I only have one class with him: Art. He acknowledges me every now and then - in the hallway and in class - but nothing beyond friendly. . . So far.

My schedule is the following: Homeroom, English, Economics, Lunch, Math, Art, and last but not least, PE.

Bell Rings.

Oh yeah! It is time for art, room 200. It is the classroom next to the stairs that lead to the school’s entrance.

I was able to speak to Naomi last night. We talked about Trevor and what should I do. We came to a mutual agreement, which was for me to make somewhat of a move. Nothing big like holding hands or a kiss, just sit near him and flirt a little - see how he reacts. I’m kind of nervous though. Don’t get me wrong, I have had other guys in the past, it has just been a while.

As I am walking to Art, I see Trevor talking outside with friends. I take a quick stop by my locker to drop off my math books. On the right side of the my locker's section is my math class and on the left is the guys' bathroom. The boys and girls bathrooms are directly across from one another in the center of the school – upstairs and downstairs. So when I turn around and face the girls’ bathroom, to its left is my economics class and on the right, is a balcony. Random, I know. It’s locked by two doors. I assume they have it there because it is a perfect spot to record the outdoor court games of basketball and volleyball.

I walk into class early and fish out seats for me and Trevor - hopefully he will not mind sitting next to me.

Bell Rings.

Trevor just walked in. He looks relieved that he is on time and starts scanning the class for a seat. I wave my hand a bit and smile. When he notices me, I point to the empty seat next to me. His expression turns baffled-like. Oh gosh, I hope this was not a bad idea.

The teacher begins talking, but I pay no attnetion. Instead, I watch Trevor as he hastily makes his way over. Once he sits, I smile and whisper to him, “Hey Trev.” Hopefully this could lighten the mood.

He cocks his head up a little, “Hey Andy, thanks for the seat.” He puts his bag down on the floor and then focuses on the teacher.

Gosh, what a fail. I might as well concentrate on class then.