Don't Play With Me[bxb]

Chapter 4:

"Alright, here's how it's gonna go."

Lines of boys stood straight as the team captain began the tryouts. He looked strict, like a military captain but boy was he delicious. I wipe at the corners of my mouth, hoping that I didn't drool. He walked back and forth, observing his new "recruits."

Me and Kris stood near the back row, since we got here late. I'm pretty salty because there was just no way that I can see past these damn walls of muscles and flesh. DARN THESE GIANTS AND THEIR GOOD GENES.

"I'm gonna call out your name, and you're gonna tell me your experiences and the position you want. Got it?", he practically snarled at us.

The boys surrounding me all muttered their own form of agreement. And I'm not sure if it's just his face, but those glares are becoming more than constant. His dark and unruly hair framed his face well, making his gray eyes, which is ironic since his name is Gray, pop out in the most attractive way.

Hubba Hubba.

Gray^^^^😍😍😍😍

"Cyan."

"Present. 2 years of varsity volleyball in Kakei Middle. Receiver, sir."

"Good. Adam."

"P-present. Um, no experience. P-pinch server?"

"Kristopher."

"Present," Kris began, voice full of confidence. "4 years of varsity at Lakers Middle in the US. Setter."

Gray grins, showing his two rows of diamonds, canines as sharp as fangs. "Awesome. Tsuna."

"HERE!", I waved both my hands up.

"Who said that?", he quirks an eyebrow. My nose twitches in annoyance.

"I'M RIGHT HERE," I fumed. The crowd dispersed, leaving me frozen in the center.

"You're kidding me right?" He sighs and rubs his temples. "Look, Kid. If this is a joke, just leave now."

Well fuck you too, asshole.

"Tsuna Kiyoshi. 4 years varsity in Lakers Middle, ace. Nice to meet you." I looked straight at his with my most iciest glares, but inside, the chibi me was totally doing a victory dance and laughing evilly. MWAHAHAHAAH. TAKE THAT YOU SPARTAN CAPTAIN.

"Yeah, I'll believe that when pigs fly," he snorts.

"It's true," Kris inputed. "He was our ace."

I grin gratefully at him. Man, what am I gonna do without him. He just so gosh darn manly.

Everyone begins to stare at me and Kris in pure disbelief.

How rude. Just because I'm short doesn't mean I don't have game. Mouuuu, what a bunch of meanies.

"Gray," the vice captain, Lucas, calmed. "Just keep going. We'll see in the actual tryouts." He casts a warm smile in my direction, brown hair falling freely and green orbs glistening with kindness. I couldn't help but stare in awe. What's a saint like him doing that a devil like our captain here? Has the world gone mad?

Lucas^^^^

"You're right Lucas." Gray stares at me, and heaves a sigh. "I apologize for my rudeness."

Oh my. What am I suppose to say to that? ESPECIALLY WHEN HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME APOLOGIZING. Oh lord have mercy on my poor soul. How can you make such good looking guys AND HAVE THEM ALL COME TO THE SAME SCHOOL?

Mouuuuu, my poor heart can't take all this.

These guys were gonna be the death of cute little ol' me.