The last thing Anita Jones was expecting when she went to her local community center to practice some volleyball was to be recruited by her school's rival volleyball team. No, not the girl's team but the boy's team. When she manages to impress the t...
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A soft touch gliding across my cheekbone wakes me up from my sleep. It's a Saturday so why is my family subjecting me to waking up when they know that I specifically told them I was going to sleep in today? I groggily open my eyes to look at the time in my room only to see it's one in the afternoon before my eyes land on another pair of eyes staring at me. Blinking the blurriness away, it takes me a couple of seconds to realize the person staring at me is Red but why would he be in my room?
"I must be dreaming," I mumble to myself as my eyes fall shut again, my mind shutting down. I'm once again being woken up when I feel a finger poking my cheek this time.
"That's cute, I didn't know you dreamed about me but sorry to disappoint Anita, I'm real," a male voice chuckles and my body freezes for a moment as the realization washes over me that this is real life. My eyes fly open as I quickly sit up, bedhead be dammed as I stare at Red who's standing next to my bed.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I struggle to form the question.
"You didn't think I'd leave you behind right?" He questions and that's when the realization hits me as I think back to yesterday.
〈 Flashback
"You know Anita," Sean starts saying as we walk out of our class.
"No I don't know Sean, are you going to tell me?" I ask interruptinghim my expression filled with mirth as he rolls his eyes in amusement at my antics.
"If you didn't interrupt me I'd tell you what's up," he says as he laughs. "I have a theory you ready to hear it?"
"Let me hear it," I answer as I look at him with interest.
"I believe," he begins to say before stopping for dramatic effect. "That you like Carter," he states bluntly and that stops me from walking. My eyes widen when he says that and by reflex I'm punching him in the arm. My eyes quickly scan the halls to see if anyone heard what he said butthankfully that doesn't seem to be the case.
"Me like Red?" I ask in surprise. Me liking Red? But wait do I even like Red? He's someone that has been there for me since I came here and was the one to speak on my behalf on transferring here. And not that I needed it because I am capable of taking care of myself but I'm thankful for when he's stood up for me. But besides that he's hot but also cute at times, he's nice, the tattoos on him look good, and that moment on the bus -shit.
"Keep this to yourself," I stress as it just hits me.
"You do like him," he exclaims and I punch him in the arm again before walking away as people stare at us in question. "So what are you planning to do about it?" he badgers me
