Easy Hairstyles For Volleyball Novels & Stories

~Early September~ ~Harlow’s Point of View~ One more semester. I can do this. Then… I'm gone. A city somewhere, any random one far enough away will do. Just have to make it through a few months. “Oww! Seriously,” I whine, as a volleyball hits me in the head. “Pay attention dork,” someone shouts. I groan and move to rub my head, until I feel hands on my waist and fully panic. “Fullll mooooon!! Or half moon since your ass is so small,” someone shouts, as I gasp and squat to pull up my skirt. At least he didn’t get my underwear, I guess.

And I am not even pretty, way far from Chloe. I pushed those thoughts aside and stepped outside the room, where I saw Colleen already warming up on the field dramatically, as if she were trying to impress someone. I snickered when she deliberately arched her back, showing off her butt. I shook my head at the sight of her. She is just so funny. I found the volleyball game pretty enjoyable and I loved it as a sort of exercise. It made me furiously sweat which means that I'm losing fats and carbs in my body. I guess I'd be doing it often. Maybe on weekends or during free times with them.

Courtney got a sympathetic look on her face. “Just about! How about I ref your game?” “Perfect!” One of the guys smiled and grabbed the ball from Riley. “Guys verse girls!” Another guy yelled as they raced towards the volleyball court. “That’s not even!” I laughed as I moved into position. “It really is. The girls will kill them, just having three. Those girls are extremely athletic. If we weren’t wolves, they would have been professionals.” Callie laughed as she joined the girls. “Ready?” I looked at them all. “Serve!” Riley tossed the ball up in the air. After a short run, she sent a rocket across the net. Will, I think that was his name, set the ball flying towards the water. “POINT GIRLS

The entrance door of the locker room slides open and I catch a glimpse of red hair as it slides shut, a smirk tugs at my lips. Since she wants to play… *** I'm out of the gym section sixteen minutes later and heading towards the entrance of CrispFries, when a voice calls out across the parking lot. “Vongov!” I turn to find her alone and waving at me. She's wearing a one-piece black spandex and her hair is twisted in a lazy bun with stray strands slipping out. My fingers itch to sink into the bloody hue and free her hair. I notice she's not wearing any contacts and her freckles are out for the world to see. I turn and continue my walk, slowing my gait to let her catch up.

The easy teasing felt normal after our conversation last week, like we’d found some kind of truce. “Fine,” I said, stepping back. “Show me how it’s done, oh volleyball master.” “That’s better.” He moved to untangle the mess I’d made. “The trick is getting the tension right. Too loose and the ball won’t bounce properly. Too tight and you’ll snap the cables.” He made it look effortless, of course. Within minutes, he had one side of the net properly secured and was moving to the other end. “Now you try,” he said, gesturing me over.

I said while I scooter closer to her. "Hello" she said then turning her attention again to the teacher. "Class we will be playing volleyball, so we need to form 4 groups since you are all consist of 20 people in the class. Each team will have 5 members. So let's start regrouping you all." The teacher said enthusiastic

She asks me, shifting on her feet. “Trust me, you don’t want these guys to play. They can turn volleyball into an all-out war. The ball becomes a weapon that they bruise each other with purposefully,” I say, shaking my head. “I just bet they are aggressive. I’d like to find out how dominating one of them could be,” the leggy brunette purrs. Then again, all five of them are leggy with fit bodies I’m envious of. I poke at my squishy tummy.

At most large high schools, it was the same way. A dark-skinned, very muscular man, just shy of six feet in height, stood at the center of the court, waiting for the last few stragglers. “Gather round,” the man boomed in a deep voice. “Starting today, we’ll be playing volleyball. Before we get into the fundamentals, I want to see where y’all are at. There are three courts. Six teams of five! Go!” Everyone split up into teams of friends. In less than a minute, there was only one team left to join: Eliza and Svet’s. James walked over sheepishly. Eliza eyed his chest. “Isn’t gold a little ostentatious for you, Mr. T?”

VALERIE I watched his muscles flexed as he threw the ball, my eyes shielded behind the huge sunglasses. The men had opted to play Volleyball by the beach and the women chose to bask in the sun. Currently, I was in a three-piece bikini, lounging under a straw umbrella with a cocktail in hand, watching his every move. The evening sun cast a warm glow on his shirtless torso which glistened with sweat. He moved with effortless grace as he controlled the ball. His tone back arched when he lunged for the ball.