The idea of dodge ball here was much more painful then I knew of. Just standing around was a terrible idea unless you want to get hit in the face with a giant ball. And the balls were nowhere near soft.
“I feel like I'm in the Hunger Games.” Taylor says, still holding her very brave position behind Harry.
A ball flies right past my head. “They’re playing this like it’s to the death or something!” I say as another ball flies right above my head. “I don’t think they’re supposed to be aiming at our heads.”
“You’re right, they aren’t but Harley has killer aim.” He says pointing her out on the other side of the gym, still lobbing balls at other people on our team.
“Can’t we just say we got hit and sit down?” I ask moving my head away from a flying ball.
“And then your face will be the catching mitt for all these balls,” Harry say throwing a ball. “That wouldn’t be good.”
In the short time that Harry had let his defense down, Harley lobs a ball and it hits Harry right in his manhood.
He lets out a low throaty groan and falls to the ground. I gape at what had just happened and everyone in the God forsaken gym sucks in a large breath and lets out various forms of ‘oooh’. Harley, on the other hand, had a satisfied smirk on her face.
Taylor drops to the ground next to him with her hand over her mouth. “Harry! Are you ok?”
He just lets out another groan and bangs his head on the ground.
“Yikes.” The coach says, signaling us to stop throwing, but honestly once Harry hit the ground, everyone had stopped throwing. “Alright, can you move Styles?”
He groans again. “Alright, Terrell, Fabian, get Styles up and take him to the nurse.” Coach says and two guys walk towards us. One had been on the opposite side but the other had been on our team.
“Come on, Harry. You gotta get up man. Fabian, get his other arm.” Who I'm assuming was, Terrell says.
Fabian grabs Harry’s other arm and the two of them lift him. They try to make him stand on his feet but he only lets out louder groans and refuses to support his own weight.
They eventually just lift him and carry him out of the gym.
I look over to Taylor and see a pissy look on her face. “I’m going to murder that bitch.” She says, and she was dead serious.
I sigh as the coach blows the whistle again, therefore starting the game.
“So let the dodge ball begin.”
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Another person on the opposite team gets hit with a ball. And that ball had been thrown by Taylor, just like the last six. But she had still yet to hit Harley or any of her entourage.
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