Volleyball Puns Novels & Stories

But what could I do? You can't fix stupid. Especially when it's gathered in a pack. Then it started. One of them launched a dodgeball at me. Fast. Deliberate. I dodged it, barely. Then another. Then another. Suddenly, balls were flying at me from every direction—including from my own teammates. "Oops! Didn't see you there!" "Oh man, sorry dude!" Fake-ass apologies. Laughter. Snickering. A whole gym of idiots pretending this wasn't an organized attack.

I sighed "I'm sorry." "Just don't lie to me next time. You are so obvious when you are lying." ~~~ "Go! Run! Faster girls!" Our coach yelled to us "We are volleybelles! Not runners!" I complained "You saying something, Ms. Jones?" Coach asked I rolled my eyes on him. My teammates laughed while watching me miserably complained. "Nothing!!" I yelled at him I saw a glimpse of Glaiza entering the gym with Barbie and Nica. "Ms. Jones! Focus!" Coach yelled at me with a certain playfulness in his voice

With one last smile, I marched towards the family who loudly hooted, as the volleyball furiously flew from one side to another. "You're gonna lose, asshole." Vincenzo loudly laughed at his brother's disheveled state. Sweat beads covered his hair and naked chest and, sand particles sticked to him like a second skin. "Shutup, dickhead. Whose plan was this anyways?" He hissed back, his chest heaving up and down from all the running. "Not mine, for sure." Tyler yelled back, his hand roughly colliding with the ball once again. Before Lorenzo could bark out more curses, he swiftly paced to the other side and batted the ball back with equal force making it fly above the three aw-struck boys.

*Monroe's POV* I have to admit, kicking everyone’s asses at volleyball was quite satisfying. I’m generally pretty good at sports but I was on the varsity volleyball team all through my private school years. It had been a while, since I took a year off of school, so I was concerned I would be rusty. I wasn’t.

Their reputation precedes them, leaving our team eager and anxious. The game begins, and it is a back-and-forth battle. The ping pong balls soar through the air with precision, landing in cups and forcing our team to consume a variety of drinks. The game takes an unexpected twist as the opponents' shots become more strategic. They intentionally aim for certain cups, causing a nauseating whirlwind of different drinks to be consumed.

I caught the ball and pushed it to Ella afterward. "Why don't we play volleyball?" Shiela suggested. We all nodded and made two teams. After making the team, we started playing and passing the ball. "Beverly!" Justin yelled as the ball got to Beverly. "Nice!" He screamed when she was able to hit it back. I did not know that playing volleyball in a pool is hard. It's hard to walk to fetch the ball, although this is better. I do not even know how to play volleyball, and there are no rules here. We played until the other team won. After that, we left the pool to rest and prepare our dinner.

"I don't feel like I lost at all, because I got the trophy right here!" We played game after game of volleyball, winning some and losing some. Since I was the tallest girl, our team won most of the ones we played. We told jokes and bantered with one another, and I laughed until my abs hurt. My smiling muscles felt like they were going to fall off my face from all the grinning. It was the first time we had all really hung out since the night at the bar.

Their laughter and competitive shouts filled the air, and it didn't take long for one of them to approach us. "Hey, you folks want to join in?" one of them called out with a friendly grin. I, always up for a challenge, responded enthusiastically, "Absolutely! We'd love to join." Logan, who seemed to excel in just about everything he tried, led our team with confidence. As we played, the competitive spirit filled the air, but it was all in good fun. We exchanged playful banter and laughter with the other group, forging new connections with fellow beach enthusiasts. As the volleyball game went on, Logan's expert skills earned our team several victories. Each triumph was met with cheers and hig

Volleyball was so much fun and while everyone was relatively competitive, it was all in good fun and I didn’t notice any problems or hostilities while we were playing. I was so thankful for that, knowing it could have very well went another direction. Each team was well matched and every single game was close.

he said casually. “Pretty sure you say that in every class.” “And yet it keeps happening. Crazy right?” I rolled my eyes, but I could already feel Mason staring from somewhere behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know his expression either. Annoyed and probably glaring or maybe one step away from committing homicide. Kai grabbed the volleyball from my hands before spinning it lazily on one finger. “Have you ever noticed that hockey players act like basic coordination is a personal attack?” “Oh my God,” Lila muttered from nearby. “Please don’t start.”