Excitement

ten

"Now go get changed," the bald headed coach spoke before he blew his screeching whistle, nearly making me deaf.

I rolled my eyes as I walked across the gym and into the girls locker room hearing the endless gossiping and pointless chatter.

Several girls look in my direction when I walked in and others didn't bother to acknowledge my existence; all I did was sigh internally at this pitiful place; cold cement floors, the stained basic white walls, and the crammed navy blue lockers that can barely store one shoe.

It's actually devastating, I should sue.

I had a nest of spiders in my locker once, -they all jumped at me- and that's when my soul left my body.

I would be a fucking idiot if I ever opened that demon locker once more.

"Never again." I whispered to myself, the scene playing out in my head making me shiver.

Once I finished changing Into my baggy and tattered gym clothes I lazily took the hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair into a ponytail. After I stuffed my sweater and jeans into my backpack I headed back into the gym sitting down at random spot of the floor as the coach walked into the boys locker room.

"Everybody out, stop fooling around!" Coach's voice echoed as he blew into the whistle furiously.

One little guy with glasses ran out while everybody else walked out behind him; already accustomed to coach Jackson's short temper.

"Everybody sit the hell down!" His voice rumbled making people drop to the floor like dominos; and that's when I saw Harry -still standing with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall.

Wow, you're bad.

"Today were playing dodgeball and I don't want to hear-"

Most of the girls groaned and sighed in agony, as the boys literally bounced up and down out of excitement.

The coach went to the back and grabbed the bag filled with the colorful foam balls and tossed it out into the middle of the floor, as if we were dogs waiting for a meal and almost immediately these two guys sprint towards it and start pelting girls with balls.

They always try and pull this shit- forming an all boys alliance and striking all the girls out so they can have the game to themselves- and the thing is, most of the girls don't even fight back the just stand their like fucking trees getting pelted with balls.

I won't stand for it, well.. at least not this time.

I started throwing balls left and right like I was a machine, using the 'trees' as barriers and dodging any thing that came my way, and soon there was only two guys left and I was the only girl.

"No pressure, am I right ladies!" Jake yelled from against the wall were everybody else was.

The room echoed in peoples laughter and a breathily inhumane laugh came from me as I struggled to focus on my targets- some really muscular asian dude and the one and only Harry Styles.

I don't know why I'm doing this, but what ever it is I'm digging it.

"Come at me!" I taunted, slowly backing up to the ball behind me.

"What, are you afraid of a girl?" I smiled innocently.

Harry looked mad- wait scratch that, he looked outraged- and I was loving every single second of it.

You see, Harry isn't used to this; he always likes to win and thrives on crushed dreams and lost hope and I have changed everything that he's used to.

I gave him a challenge.

"I ruined your little game Harry, and now... you're going to play along with mine."

That's when he lost it.

He snatched up the nearest ball and started for me angrily all I could do was run -run like fucking hell.

I was already breathing hard- so hard that I could only faintly hear the endless cheers from several unknown characters.

When I quickly turned behind me a green object seemed to be coming straight at me, and as if god himself was giving me a second chance it whooshed right past my right ear hitting the buff guy directly in the chest, I smirked and started chasing Harry- completely turning the tables- but he was too good at this.

Why the fuck is he prancing like a doe? It's like he's not even trying and he's still managing to corrupt my aim; and trust me I'm the daughter of a cop, we usually tend to have some badass aim.

"Shit shit shit." I cursed breathlessly under my breath.

"Out of breath already, oh no!" he turned around and laughed seeming out of breath himself.

"Shut up," I chuckled pretending that my lungs weren't burning as he fucking ran backwards.

"Make me." He challenged, quickly running his sweaty hands through his curls before picking up the red ball beside his left leg.

I stood in front of him seeing if he was going to make a move, but he never did, he just stood their and waited.

"Aw c'mon Jasmine, don't be shy," he smirked.

"You make me hate my name more than usual."

"Most girls would think the opposite."

"Well I guess I'm not like most girls then."

"Aren't you?"

"I don't know Harry, you tell me,"
I retorted before I sent the ball rocketing straight for his leg; however, he suddenly jumped in the air and the ball flew right under his feet.

When he tried to land the jump he fell flat on the floor with a mighty pang and I knew by the redness of his cheeks that he was furious and maybe even embarrassed.

I was laughing- in fact it was the hardest I have laughed in years- it felt great honestly.

He got back up, standing straight and tall, picked up the foam ball that slipped from his grasp earlier and threw it at my face.

"Ow!" I yelped still going into hysterics along with everybody else around me.

"Fuck you," he spat.

"You're not really my type, to be honest."

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Well this was fun to write

Goin into them double digits yO+ I made a new cover and it turned out way better than I thought I would fricK YEAH

Is it great or whAT

I wanted to make sure Harry was in this chapter and I literally had no idea what I was going to do and out of nowhere I end up writing a fucking dodgeball game like how did that even happen lmao

But I hope you enjoyed this random lil chapter, and have a swaggy day

*vote and comment if you don't mind ;-)