Rabies

Shit For Brains

  So Iwaizumi wasn't really a mind-reader, he was just good at reading me. Maybe he was used to people with personalities like my own. I wasn't sure, but whatever the reason was, I found that I highly enjoyed myself when I fucked with him and the mind-reader shit.

  Honestly, it was fun fucking with all of them. They'd get so angry at something I'd pop off with, and I dared them to do something about it, but they never did. Either out of fear, the captain, or the fact that I was a girl would always stop them. The ones that didn't fight me because I was a fucking girl pissed me off, but what could I do? It was their stupid ass ignorance to think I couldn't hold my own against them.

  After about three weeks of being a manager, I realized that I actually preferred practice with the males rather than the females. They were less whiny. Instead of getting pissed off because of how rough I would play, they instead took the difference in strength and skill as a means to improve and learn to be prepared if they ever faced opponents such as myself

  Even after all that time with the male volleyball team, I still didn't know all their names, either.... Just Iwaizumi and Shittykawa. The rest I recognized by the insulting nicknames I gave each of them and their physical appearance. Another thing that was different after the three weeks was my grades had risen since I was actually in class to take all of the tests and shit. That really did a number with my legal guardian and the principal, thinking the raise in my GPA was due to all the 'nice boys' I was hanging around.

  Practice was usually a repetitive thing. Everyone would practice, then clean up and head home. The only difference was if I helped them practice or not, which depended on my mood and how much I could get Shittykawa to beg. Despite the routine, though, today ended up being completely different from every other- Besides it being summer now, and they were training for the first string of games coming at the end of October

  Furrowing my brows as the scent of fried chicken tickled my nose, I wondered which one of these shits had brought some and didn't even bother offering me any. My ear twitched when I heard a loud crunch. Lazily looking up, I saw the cream-puff dude glaring at the guy now standing in the doorway. 

  "Oi! Now that you've finally decided to show up, you should at least announce yourself!" I lightly hummed to myself at his tone and expression. The cream-puff was usually more mild or timid. As far as I knew, only I had managed to get him to yell out of anger. Yet this stranger had managed to do it just by standing there.

  "Now, now, now." Shittykawa smiled while holding out his hands. "Calm down, Yahaba."

  "Oikawa-san." Cream-puff took a step back, looking as if he was immediately calm. 'Dude, are you on your fucking period with these mood swings?' I mentally asked while standing up straight to get a good look at the new guy.

  "It's been a while. I've been waiting for you." The shithead walked toward the newcomer with a huge grin. Raising a brow, I wondered who the fuck this guy was. He looked lean, mean, and ready to bite out some throats if given the chance. His hair was cropped and bleached with two black stripes around his head like a crown just above his ears. His eyes were dark, sharp, and glaring. The guy was angrily chewing as if his food had insulted him somehow. "Welcome back, Mad Dog-chan."

  As if in reply, he ripped a chunk from the fried chicken in his hand. His nose was somewhat scrunched up in a semi-snarl, and if the shithead was basing the name off of appearance, it fit. But the 'chan' part....that made me snicker.

  "Wait, who's this Mad Dog?" One of the other players asked as the new guy tossed the rest of the chicken into his mouth. The breading on the meat was crunching loudly between his jaws, and I didn't see this guy as a threat, just another shit-face I'd get to break.