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Jordyn and Pizza
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I couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I shook the hands of the last team we just crushed in the volleyball tournament. I don't think I'd ever get over the rush I felt after winning against multiple teams. Especially when I spent the day playing against super cocky guys who thought they had an advantage because I was a girl. The best thing to happen after the game was the looks that would cross their faces after they realized they lost to a girl.
As I turned away from the other teams, my eyes fell on my teammate. A knowing grin rested on the edge of his lips as the two of us started making our way off of the court.
"Good game, J," he said, as he slung his arm over my shoulders, his sticky, bare chest coming in contact with my skin. I could smell a mixture of his Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil he used every single day and his sweat from the proximity. I fought back the urge to scrunch up my nose is disgust as I giggled and glanced up at him, finding his sapphire blue eyes.
"You too, Kyle. But, you know, I really am not feeling your sweaty body all over me right now," I teased.
Kyle rolled his eyes at me. He quickly unhooked his arm from around my neck and pushed me away jokingly. I laughed as I stumbled to the side before glancing over at him out of the corner of my eye. He took the elastic out of his hair, shaking it out, before beginning to pull it back into a low bun. I tried telling him that man buns weren't as attractive as he thought they were but he refused to listen to me. I shook my head in amusement before looking away.
My eyes scanned the surrounding bleachers, searching the crowd for one particular person. It only took me a second or two until I spotted him. A smile immediately crawled onto the edge of my lips as I started towards him. Even from where I was, I could make out his beach blonde hair, which was longer at the top and slicked back, along with his chiseled abs protruding beneath the white muscle tank he wore. I watched him as he climbed down the bleachers, heading in my direction, and closing the distance between us.
I bit down on my bottom lip, attempting to hold back the huge smile trying to break through. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilted my head to the side. His brown eyes that had always reminded me of milk chocolate purposely took their time taking in my body before they finally met my eyes.
