Under the Same Sky

Chapter 1: My Own Personal Chauffeur

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Chapter 1: My Own Personal Chauffeur
I practically skip down the hall on my way to the locker rooms. The school day was a long one constantly hearing about this stupid Weston kid from every girl I know. But all I could focus on at the moment was leading my first practice as captain. Me and a couple girls on the team walked in to the locker room to get ready for practice when coach stopped us at the door.

"Put sneakers on girls, and let your team know that we are hitting the track for conditioning today. And leave your spandex in the locker room too, shorts will do. God forbid we get another complaint for distracting the boys soccer team." Coach Liz explained to us.

I heard a few groans come from the girls behind me, "girls cut it out, we need this. Conditioning makes us faster, that's how we are gonna beat down Seattle high this Friday." I encouraged my girls, receiving a nod from Coach.

Coach Liz Penn was a D1 setter for UCLA 15 years ago but had to quit halfway through her second year on a blown out knee. But, when she moved to Seattle and became the coach for our team, we have seen state championship wins ever since. It is because of Coach Liz that Reagan high is known. She is a great coach, who really knows her players and how they work, that's rare.

When everyone got ready and was standing on the track stretching, Coach called me over. "So, I had Lacey the freshman show me some sets yesterday. She had nice hands, was able to hit the targets I was giving her, we are gonna play her in the first set on Friday and see how it goes, otherwise Sam will be our main setter. Seattle just got a transfer from the east coast, whose right side hitter like you. Her line shots are top notch, so talk to kailey and Izzy after practice about it and I'll have you work with them tomorrow to get ready for it." Coach tells me. "Okay coach sounds great." I gleam, loving the new role I get to play leading my team.

For the next two hours Coach makes us do a series of cardio, core, strength, speed and agility workouts that send the girls breathing heavily back to the locker rooms. I notice Coach is working us a lot harder than previous years. I know that it is for the best, but I am going to be seriously sore tonight and tomorrow. After I spoke to my libero, Izzy, and my left back, kailey about the new girl at Seattle high I headed out to my car.

Levi was already in the passenger seat of my dad's old beat up Chevy truck, but something caught my eye. A few spaces over sat a bright red corvette from the early 90s. It was a really nice car, but I don't remember anyone at this school owning one. I watch it my whole walk to my car but forget about it as soon as I get in. Levi jumped looking up from his phone realizing I had got there.

"Geez Rory, you always scare me I swear." He huffed out.

"Well maybe pay attention. You know that you could just get your own car and then you wouldn't have to worry about it," I proclaimed pulling out of the parking lot.

He shot me a fat smile, batting his eyelashes at me. "Now why would I do that, when I have my own personal chauffeur?"

I scoff, rolling my eyes at my bestie. Sweater Weather by the Neighborhood fills the car when I turn on the radio, and not even seconds later we are singing at the top of our lungs.

I drive through the Seattle suburbs watching the fleeting sun and the colorful sky. Cause it's too cold.. for you here. And now, so let me hold.. Both your hands. In the holes of my sweater. We drive through town soaking in the atmosphere of the last few days of summer. Windows down, engine roaring, hair blowing.

We pull into my small community neighborhood and pull into my driveway. Levi and I walk into the small two-story house and are greeted by my small dog.