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DenEst (volleyball au) 1

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Esti adjusted the bandages on her arms and fingers, her hair tied back into a short little ponytail as she let out a little huff, cracking a bone when she had rolled her shoulders to loosen them up.

Today the boys' and girls' division of the volleyball team were playing in the main gymnasium-- mainly because there was a game being held in the other gym for the younger classes.

It wasn't like the girls on Esti's team had minded much, though, they seemed to like the new-found attention most were getting.

Esti, however, isolated herself from the boys, pulling up the knee-high socks to make sure they were comfortable before starting to do a few warm-ups, mainly ankle rotations so she wouldn't rip the ligaments or worse-- as she had done in the past-- twist it. She already sort of had a reputation for being rather quiet and a loner. A "goth gf" if you wish.

The main gymnasium was a large one. The glossy oak floor had been cleaned just yesterday, the bright spotlights staring down at the group of 54, the empty chairs awkwardly sitting there with a few water bottles scattered here and there and sometimes an empty bag of crisps along with a blood-clot of backpacks clustered by the nearest steps to the floor, unanimously black.

Esti dipped down and did a lunge, warming up her hamstrings and quadriceps (her calves, too!). She had been talking recently to one of the tennis players-- Hong Kong-- about what events were upcoming. She generally had a good taste in official scheduling of the matches and which gymnasiums were used at each time.

She also had amazing leg warm-ups. Her movements along the tennis court were swift and filled with haste, not once missing the ball. She had a keen eye. Esti... respected that about her. So did several boys. Although Esti suspected they enjoyed Hong Kong's short skirt more than her athletic abilities.

On the other side of the court, most of the boys had stopped eyeing the girls that were pulling their spandex up their ass cracks and started warming up as well, or just joking and messing around with each other. They were all pretty attractive and fit -- well, you sort of had to be to play volleyball -- and they really seemed to enjoy slapping each other's butts. Double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon, hella ass, the sun is still shining.

One of the boys was hanging on the net for support as he chatted with two girls from Esti's team. He smiled and nodded as the girls swore that they were going to beat their team into the ground, not seeming to mind that their shorts were rising every minute. Ten minutes later and he'd probably be able to see their coochies.

That was Denmark, of course. He never passed up a chance to flirt with girls, no matter how slutty they were. Of course, everybody knew him as the team fuck-boy that was oh! so charismatic and charming and had a fat cock. Wonderful, exactly what she wanted to hear before she started a match.

Den was soon pulled off the net by one of his friends, Philippines, a nice boy that would probably faint if HK smiled his way. He dragged Den away to start their warmups, leaving the girls by the net hurriedly tugging the ends of their shorts down before the coach could notice.

Sluts, Esti thought, grumbling to herself as she rolled her shoulders again. Hey-- it shouldn't be any of her business, but she couldn't help but have an opinion, especially when she had to deal with the 'dreamy' talk about the sweaty guys after court. Who the hell liked sweat anyway? There was a reason you showered it off.

The coach came walking by and scolded a few girls for having their shorts rolled up too high before calling Esti over and announcing her in charge of the team for the lesson.