Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
Lana’s Point of View
I wiped the sweat in my palms against my jersey as I aggressively served, the ball shot through the air, heading to the net, but Xavier passed it up.
Saving me yet again from endangering the team.
“Up!” The other teams yelled at each other, their sneakers squeaking against the floor, and I ran, joining the game.
“You good?” Robert asked me, and I nodded, “Your ball.”
I jumped up to spike it, but there was barely any force in my hit, so Xavier drove forward, his arms stretching. Before the ball reached the ground, he dug it up, and Robert passed.