Don't Play With Me[bxb]

Chapter 5:

We formed a circle, all six of us. Heads put together, hands in the middle. I felt the sweaty palms that rested itself above and below my fingers. I could feel the excitement burning through the air, anxiety coursing through their veins, as we were about to go to war soon enough.

"G-guys. Good l-luck," Adam breaks the silence.

"We don't need luck," Cyan says.

"He's right Adam," Kris spoke.

My mind takes me back to Middle School where victory was always certain. Strength stood above all else and the failures were cast aside.

"Because winners never lose," I finished Laker Middle's motto. We were either winners or winners. There was no other option.

The other two guys, Danny and Jose, looked at each other questioningly. It was obvious that they didn't understand the pains of victory and loss.

Our group broke the circle, taking our side of the net. I stood there, left of Kris, who made his way to the middle. It was so familiar to us, this arrangement. He was my shield and I was his sword. He sets, I spike. He slips, I cover. I slip, he trusts.

"Are you ready, Tsuna?"

I grin.

"Fuck yeah I am. Let's show these losers what volleyball really means."

He pumps his fist out, and I met it in between our bodies.

Let the fun begin.

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20 Minutes L8ter:

We stood, tall and proud, our opponents a panting mess on the ground before us. The whole gym wrapped itself in silence as a whistle was blown, signaling the end of tryouts.

They didn't stand a chance.

25-1

This game was a joke. Our rotation didn't even complete a full cycle.

Pathetic.

The boys before us, eyes cast in defeat, gazed up at me with disbelief and awe. I wanted to laugh. Maybe this was why I liked this sport so much.

Because someone's looking up at me for a change.

Tsuna.

Who was that? Someone was calling me.

Tsuna.

His voice was so familiar.

Who was he?

Suddenly, something warmed touched my hand, whispering my name.

"Tsuna."

"Huh?"

Kris peered at me with worried eyes.

"You're doing it again." He sighs.

Doing what, I wanted to ask.

"Look," he gestures, "it's Shawn Mendes shirtless and carrying flowers for you."

"WHAT?? SHAWN MENDES? WHERE?" I whip my head to and fro, looking for the love of my life. Man, was I disappointed when I didn't see him. "Moouuuuu, that was mean Kris." I pout and Kris ruffles my hair playfully, a relieved smile on his features.

"We won," he says.

I nod in agreement and pride. "Of course we did! We're awesome." I pump my fist to the air, jumping with glee.

"Heh. I guess shorty does have game."

"I AM NOT SHORT."

Gray and Lucas laughs on the side. It wasn't long before my team joined them.

But I could have sworn I heard someone whisper, "At least he's back to normal now."

Hmm, I wonder who they're talking about.