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Something’s up, it bothers her, and I want to help. To my relief, she joins us as we prepare to start the match. Schuyler quickly removes her cover-up and takes an empty spot in the front row. The serve is up, and the match begins. Our team plays with the same enthusiasm as we did last time. We bump, set, and block while we communicate with each other. I admire Schuyler’s long, lean-muscled body in her tiny, navy boy shorts and matching sports bra. She’s distracting. I struggle to follow the ball with her beauty and bare flesh so near. The front of her spandex top swoops down from the thick straps to reveal a hint of cleavage. I’ve seen these uniforms when I’ve watched competitive beach voll

The ball spun high toward the back again. Bai didn’t even wait—she moved fast, too fast, arms out—tripped slightly. Her balance shifted and her pass went wild. Out of bounds. Zara didn’t hide her irritation this time. She turned sharply, hands on hips. “Are you even trying?” Bai stared down at the floor. “I—I am.” Zara exhaled through her nose. “Just try and not lose us the fucking game, kay? It’s volleyball, not heart surgery. Just move your feet. Or don’t. Just don’t take the ball if you can’t handle it.”

“Hey, cat eyes, do you know how to play beach volleyball?” Amber raised an eyebrow, a confident smile spreading across her face. “I'm not just good, I'm the best.” Axel chuckled. “Oh, really? The best, huh?” Amber nodded. “Yeah, I was volleyball queen in high school.” Axel teased, “Queen of what? Tripping over the net?” Amber playfully rolled her eyes. “You're going down, King.” “Alright, let's see if you're as good as you claim,” Axel said, setting up the net.

I whispered, stretching out my arms and preparing for another round. The music from someone’s speaker filled the air, upbeat and loud. I took a deep breath and ran forward, launching into a perfect backflip. The first one went flawlessly. The second, too. My hair whipped around my face, the thrill of the motion burning through my veins. The volleyball team was having an upcoming competition and our backflips needed to be flawless. “Woo!” Isla cheered. “That was gorgeous! One more, babe!” “Watch this!” I shouted, taking off again.

Savoring a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and carrots, Gracie prepares to let Gunner strut along the beach some more. Gracie sees some old friends playing volleyball. They invite her to join. “Gunner stay,” she says firmly. Joining the game, Gracie stands wide, nearly squatting, bracing herself, then repositions. Her feet are lined up, her arm swings back, and her fist hits the ball. The white lined volleyball flies over the net. As the ball comes back towards her, she smacks it, soaring it over the net. Her team gains a point, she serves again. Gracie focuses intently on the ball, while glancing over at Gunner occasionally. The other team scores. All the women jump for joy, on the other s

He had a whirlwind of strange questions to ask and this strange painful feeling was muddling his conscience too. Right at that moment Jeremy heard Sasha and Monroe high—five each other loudly, looking down at the court. The audience around them had locked their eyes to the court as well. The performance was over with the match commencing. On the background—the mechanical buzzer buzzed. The cheerleading squad were screaming at the top of their lungs, encouraging the Amaryllis Volleyball Team. Roy too, abruptly got out of his stance. The first serve was done by a senior, River—from Karlstein—who was widely famous for his blonde-British looks and a reputation of being the trickiest man on court

I'd even upgraded the TV to a 60" HDTV which was appreciated by all. I was surprised that Lori was still single. She was attractive, but made no effort to emphasize it. Her game apparel was consistent, one of her three authentic NFL Redskins jerseys, and jeans. The jeans were not form fitting, though they fit Ok; the huge jerseys, on the other hand, fit like a burlap sack. She dated a lot, but never for more than a month or so it seemed. Her hair was shoulder length, and often unkempt, and as far as I could tell she had never worn makeup. She'd played competitive college volleyball, and was a real sports nut. At around 6 feet tall, she towered over Bob and Derek, and I only had her by an inc

I changed into the tight volleyball outfit, consisting of booty shorts and a bikini top. I put my hair in a high ponytail and put a small red bow around it, matching with Jane and Kenna. Kylee and Hailee were on the other side of the dressing room and we pointedly ignored them. I saw a cast around Kylee's arm and frowned. Had she broken her arm?

I spotted Amanda with them, but Kourtney wasn't around. They started their cheer dance, forming a marvelous pyramid and sang their rhymed chants. Then followed by a drumroll when they finished their stunts, as the athletes came out of the two massive doors beside the court. Kingsley's athletes energetically approached the middle of the court and presented themselves. I spotted Miguel, his perfect bright smile brought light to everyone, and his surname was written at the back of his jersey which read, Dela Fuente. Then my eyes drifted to the women's volleyball team. My brows furrowed when I saw Kourtney, changed from a cheerleading outfit to a volleyball jersey. Her hair was tied to a high po

I respond and give her a small wave once I reach her. “Alright listen up! Today we’re going to be playing volleyball! Team captains are…” I ignore the rest of what Coach Coleson says, because no way in hell can I play volleyball today. Once he’s done talking, I walk up to him, fully aware of the beautiful eyes watching my every movement.