A Queen Among the Jocks (boy x boy)

Part 4

👑👑👑

As I stepped onto the court, I couldn't help but feel the pressure building up inside me. This was my chance to prove to myself and to everyone else that I had what it takes to play volleyball at the highest level. The first course of the tryout was to receive the service of the varsity players from the other side of the court. And when I say "service", I mean HARD and LOADED SERVICES. I was taken aback by how strong and how fast their ball travelled to the other side of the court. Say 50 to 60 kilometers per hour? Km/hour. For a high schooler like me, it was a statement. These jocks were not kidding when they told me I'm not gonna make it. They were monsters of the volleyball court.

Earlier, we were told that the assistant coach would be recording the number of excellent digs and receptions we would have, and that would be the basis of our qualification. Statistics played an important role here in volleyball. Players built their portfolios and profile with their numbers from the moment they represented a school or a volleyball institution. Also, their numbers would determine if they would qualify for a higher-level volleyball. That was according to my research on how Volleyball works here in America.

I watched as the first two players struggled to receive the services of the jocks. I couldn't blame them, though; those serves were fast! The varsity players were obviously enjoying what they were doing. It was very evident from their grins and smirks. Volleyball was also not a sport for the faint-hearted. If you were afraid to be shot by the head or the face by a volleyball, then you should look for another sport to play. In my eight years of playing the sport, I had been shot by the head, chest, and face a couple of times. My courage brought me to more intense games back in the Philippines. I guess I was going to try my luck here.

The third libero gave it a try, and at first glance, I knew he was good at receiving because of the built of his body. His legs were firm, and his posture fit a libero, but what surprised me was his agility and technique to receive sharp services. The only problem was his control of the ball, though I was definitely sure he was going to make it to the team. He was my competition.

As the pressure built up inside me, it was finally my turn. I stepped onto the court, bent my legs, and positioned myself as I waited for the services from the cocky jocks. I moved as fast as I could to receive the long, short, and float services they released for me. I could feel that they put much into their service because it just felt heavy and strong. There was no surprise most of the ball soared high as it bounced back from my hands. But I did everything I learned from Manila. My form was firm, my angle was right, and my arms extended elegantly.

I felt like I was representing Asia here, and I pulled all my stunts. I rolled, dived, and I couldn't help but smile as the smirks of the players changed into a surprised look. It looked like I was the one to smirk. The coach then whistled and urged us to stop. He then asked us to do the next part, which was to receive a spike from his players. "Make sure to place the ball where the liberos were, okay?" Coach added to which every jock responded.

I walked onto the court feeling nervous but excited for the volleyball tryouts. This was my chance to make the school team, and I was determined to give it my all. As soon as the coach blew the whistle, I knew I had to show my skills.

I pulled all my stunts, rolling and diving to keep the ball in the air. I couldn't help but smile as the smirks on the players' faces changed to a look of surprise. It looked like I was the one to smirk now.

The coach then blew the whistle again and urged us to stop. He asked us to move on to the next part of the tryout, which was to receive a spike from his players. "Make sure to place the ball where the liberos were, okay?" the coach added, to which every jock responded.