Mr. Gilinsky // book i

part x

part x

song: Only by Nicki Minaj ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown

The day I dreaded most came, Monday. Today was the day of tryouts, Basically for anything and everything. Football, soccer, lacrosse, cheerleading, or in my case, Volleyball. I straightened my hair and put it up in a pony tail, and changed into my spanks and navy blue crew neck tee shirt that complimented my bust quite well. I put my headphones in my ears and pressed shuffle, my favorite Kanye West song blaring in my ears. (I’m obsessed w kanye ok) I decide to warm up for practice, since I am quite early. 

“Restraining order, Can’t see my daughter, her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order. Public visitation, we met at borders, told her she’d take me back, i’ll be more supportive. I’ve made mistakes, I bump my head. Courts suck me dry, I spent that bread. She need her daddy, baby please. Can’t let her grow up in that ghetto university. All of the lights.” 

I run a few laps around the track, the crisp air causing goosebumps to raise on my freshly shaved legs, the burn in my lungs becoming more prominent with each lap. I head back into the gym, and begin stretching, with the other girls. 

“Thank god!” Ezra’s sister, Hazel yelped as soon as she saw me. 

“At least I know someone here.” She smiled, sitting next to me and started stretching. I paused my music and put my phone away so I could converse with her. After all, she is Ezra’s twin. 

A few more of my friends walk in, before try outs start. After scrimmaging with each other for a little while, we start a game, long enough for all of us to rotate to each spot, I being the server this round. I apprehend serve the ball, the only sound in the gym is the smack of the ball against my palm. Once it’s in the air, the gym door opens revealing Mr. Gilinsky with some kids behind him. 

I payed attention to the game, but listened in on what he’s saying. The ball came flying over the net, as I dove to the ground for it, keeping it from touching the ground.

“Nice dig, Miss Williams.” The coach yelled as I pulled my self off the ground.

“And these ladies playing volleyball here are seniors, this is volleyball tryouts. Boys, try not to drool.” Jack laughed, the uncomfortable laughs coming from the soon to be freshman. 

They sat on the bleachers behind our side of the court, my heart is in my throat, I’m uncomfortable. I was in ready position, which makes me practically jut my ass out, as if I’m doing squats. I try to brush off the crude comments coming from the hormonal boys behind me.

“Enough.” Jack spat, the boys immediately shutting up. I silently praised him as we continued the sparring. I decided since Jack was sitting behind me, whilst I was wearing spanks, I would have a little fun. I bent even further, deciding re-tying my shoe was 100% relevant. I could feel his gaze burning into me, along with a bunch 8th graders. I readjusted my shorts band, not-so-accidentally flashing my thong strap. The white lace contrasted against my tan skin. I heard gasps and light groans, one definitely coming from Jack, as he tried to cover it by clearing his throat. I smiled in satisfaction, before resuming in the game. They left about 6 minutes into our second match, a few gazes from pre-pubescent boys seemed to linger, but quickly disappeared.