Runway Love

Chapter Nine

"Connor, come on!" I said over my shoulder as I ran towards the beach. "The tournament is starting soon." today was Saturday, the day of the companies volleyball tournament. Every company paid a good amount of money to participate, and every cent of it would be going to a charity. There's about eighteen companies playing today, and Cavagnaro Designs was one of them. As Connor and I ran over to our team, we could easily make out Dana practicing sets with Annie.

"Jesus Christ, Annie!" Dana screeched, flailing her arms around. "You suck, you can't even set the damn ball."

"But you're not even throwing the ball towards me." Annie defended herself.

"You've got to be prepared! Victoria's Secret always plays dirty." she scolded. "Get out of here, in going to have Kelly replace you." at her words, Annie sulked off, and Kelly came onto the sands and began practicing with us. Every time George was given the ball, he'd somehow hit it backwards and hit one of the opposing teams in the back of the head. Connor and I couldn't help but chuckle at his volleyball mishaps.

"Okay guys, games are starting." Dana said as she called us in. "Were playing against the Christian Seriano, let's crush them!" she shouted. We all got into our positions, I was serving first. I hit the ball perfectly over the net, and it was hit back over to us. George was about to go for the ball, but Chris intervened and hit it back over. The ball went back and forth for a while until Dana spiked the ball and no one on the other team dated to get in its way.

"Booyah!" Dana shouted, running a lap around our half of the court. The other team tossed the ball over to me, and I caught it, quickly serving it. I guess the opposing team was getting worn out, as we quickly won the first set by a landslide. The second set we won as well, allowing for Cavagnaro Designs to advance to the next team, Victoria's Secret.

"Don't forget," Dana said. "They play so dirty." she winced. "So... dirty!" we got into our positions, and the girl on the other side served the ball. I bumped the ball, and Connor sent it over the net. Once the ball came back, Dana literally slammed the ball into the ground. The ball was returned to us, and I served it over. Once again, the ball would go back and forth, until Victoria's Secret would do something dirty and Dana would get angry enough to slam it over.

"That's what you get!" she said, trying to chest bump with Kelly, but getting rejected.

"Dana, just get back to your corner." Kelly said, trying to coax Dana to get out of her personal space. She eventually did, and the game continued. With Dana's slams, we won both sets and advanced to play against Dior.

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A handful of games later, and Cavagnaro Designs was in the finals, against Michael Kors. Dana was screaming at us to win the game, since she wanted to wipe the floor with her ex husband. We had five minutes to practice, and Dana spent most of it either trash talking Michael, or trying to help George to not hit the ball backwards. The game soon started, and I served the ball over. Michael spiked the ball over, but Dana caught it.

"You can't spike off a serve, idiot!" she shook her fist at him, then turned around to us. "This I'd why I divorced him.." she muttered, passing the ball over to me. I served it again, and this time, Michael bumped it, and the guy next to him sent it over. George went for it, but it somehow ended up going backwards. However, Connor dove for the ball, hitting it right before it hit the sands, allowing for Chris to send the ball back to Michael's side. Now that the ball wasn't off the serve, Michael took the opportunity to spike the ball, and didn't react quick enough to block it, allowing for Michael to score for his team. Dana groaned in frustration, since her ex husband had just slammed the ball and she couldn't even block it. Michael's team served, and it came straight to me. I bumped it up into the air, allowing for Kelly to set it over the net. It was sent back over the net, and Dana literally slammed the ball so hard, it made a deep imprint in the sand. One of Michael's team members picked up the ball and tossed it over to me. I served the ball, and Michael hit it back over. After an entire day of baking in the sun and playing volleyball, Michael was slowly beginning to slow down. Dana noticed this, and took advantage of that, spiking the ball so hard on Michael, that he couldn't keep up anymore. With Dana's hardcore spikes, we won the tournament. Dana also won the satisfaction of beating her ex husband at a game they both adored. Connor and I shared a quick kiss as our team was given a trophy.