Chapter 17: Sport
"So, You sat with a Devereaux, huh?" Sarah said for the fifth ti, distracting
from keeping my eyes on the ball, I’m trying to avoid getting hit here. The sounds of our shoes made squeaking noises in the hall as we moved. I thought I might avoid her question but she wasn’t giving
a chance.
"Not now Sarah" I muttered.
"Well it’s not like anyone has gotten the privilege to sit next to him, there’s always an empty seat next to his"
I heard little of what she said as I moved to the side dodging the ball, that was close!
"You hit the ball, not dodge!" the coach snapped at , blowing her whistle.
"Sorry" I murmured, I wasn’t really good at volleyball, why do we have to do such exercise? The coach should have just given us sothing else.
"So are you two close?"
"Sarah!"
"Co on, it was shocking I an, if you two are close it might be a good thing"
"What?"
"I an Dace hardly speaks to anybody, but since you do" she rushed to a ball slamming it with her palm before rushing back to , I noticed as her hair tied up in a ponytail jiggled behind her as well as her tits, I quickly looked away, I wish mine could jiggle when I run, but sadly no.
"You could put in a good word for "
"What?"
"Don’t you understand what I’m saying?"
I knew what she ant but I didn’t know why I didn’t want to acknowledge it.
"Both of you are friends right?"
"I don’t know," I said, sighing. "It’s... complicated"
"Well, I wish you both were," she intoned.
"Check out the boys," one of the girls said to us and almost every girl playing ceased their action watching as the boys strolled into the hall, I heard they went out for a run, they were all sweaty in their sportswear. I guess I should be grateful that we were given volleyball. But then my eyes darted as Dace walked in, my lips went apart when I spotted him in his shorts and sleeveless shirt, it made
see those lean arm muscles and a better look at his smooth dium fair skin, his shirt was glued to his body because of the sweat, making
see the lines of his chest muscles and I caught a glimpse of his packs and the outline of them, it made
wonder how he would look without clothes on, I licked my lips before I shock my head. Bad Emma, bad!
The next thing I knew was, I felt a sharp pain slam against my forehead, did I just get hit by a ball? I dropped to the floor.
"Emma!"
I heard gasps and my na being called in panic. My eyes remained shut as I tried to focus on the pain against my forehead, I was focusing on it TOO much, it hurt so much and my head was aching, like drums were playing within it, I rubbed my head and I couldn’t feel my glasses, where did it fly off to?
"Emma, Emma are you okay?" I heard a voice and I opened my eyes, I couldn’t even see clearly, they were all foggy, I really needed my glasses. I think the voice I heard was Owen’s.
"Of course, she’s not okay, she got hit in the face
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