Volleyball Game


It's the first volleyball game of the season and I couldn't be more nervous. Mostly because I usually play my best when I'm pissed off, but how can I be when Luke and I almost kissed yesterday? After hours of overanalyzing the moment, I'm sure that's what happened and I curse myself for spazzing out and ruining the moment after that cop interrupted us. I guess I'm a little mad about that but not that mad because if Luke really likes me then he'll make another move...right?

My mom is coming to the game, and since we're speaking again, I want her to be proud of me. Either that, or I'm hoping she'll see how awful I am and pull me off the team immediately so I can spend all my free time with Luke. But somehow, I don't see that happening.

I stepped out onto the court with my teammates and the bleachers roared with applause. My stomach flipped over in nervousness: what if I sucked? What if I let them all down?

"Go Betsy!" someone screamed from the crowd and I looked up to see Luke and Xander waving at me from the top of the bleachers. I noticed that Xander had a new pair of glasses on and wondered where he got them from. I would have to ask him after the game.

We got into our appropriate spots on the court and the game started. I was psyched that Luke and Xander were here but it also added more stress. I didn't want them to think I was some loser who couldn't even play volleyba-

My thought was cut short when the volleyball smacked against the side of my head, and I staggered.

"Betsy! What are you doing? Pay attention!" the coach screamed at me from the sidelines, and I nodded and straightened back up.

Get your head in the game, Betsy, come on, I thought, giving myself a pep-talk.

The ball came over to our side again and I quickly hit it to the other side - I didn't even have to think about it, my body just reacted. Suddenly, I felt a whole lot lighter knowing that my good volleyball skills didn't come only when I was angry. My teammates seemed at ease, too, knowing that their star player was back.

The rest of the game went pretty much like that, and we won by a landslide. Our team shook hands with the players of the other team, and then let our friends and family in the bleachers come over and congratulate us.

"Betsy, you were amazing!" Mom cried, pulling me into a hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, Mom," I replied, smiling, and I thought that maybe being on the volleyball team wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Way to go, Bets. You were awesome," Luke said as he and Xander approached us.

"Yeah. Except when you almost got knocked out in the beginning. What was that about?" Xander asked, snickering.

"I got a good look at your face and it scared the crap outta me," I teased him and then hugged them both.

"Well, Betsy, I was going to take you home after the game," Mom said and then paused. "but if you want to go to The Hub with your friends, that would be alright."

"Really?" I asked, shocked. Mom hated Luke and Xander - what made her change her mind?

"Yeah. Just be home at a reasonable time, okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

Then she hugged me again and left.

"I thought she hated us," Xander commented.

"I thought she did too," I agreed and then shrugged. "Fuck it. You wanna get going? The sooner we get out of this hot, smelly gym, the better."

"Yeah," Luke agreed with a grin, and the three of us bundled up in our winter clothes before heading outside.

We laughed and joked with each other as we trudged through the snow on our way to The Hub, but I felt like there was a bit of tension between Luke and I. But at the same time, he was acting totally normal, like last night never happened. Is that mixed signals or what?

By the time we got there, all three of us were freezing our asses off and Luke and I sat down while Xander went to order our food, and it surprised me when he offered to do it because Xander never does anything. He just sits on his ass and yells at people to do it for him. But I wished he had stayed because as soon as Luke and I were alone, it got awkward. We made awkward small talk until,

"Hey - is that my jacket?" Luke noticed, gesturing to the jacket I was wearing.

"Oh," I said, looking down at it. "Yeah. I guess I just forget to give it back. Do you want it back?" I started to take it off but Luke shook his head, smirking.

"Nah. Keep it. It looks better on you, anyway."

"Good, because it smells like boy. And that's the best smell in the world," I joked and Luke laughed while I held the sleeve up to my nose and sniffed.

"Whatever you say."

"Well, lovebirds, here's your goddamn food," Xander said, putting down hot dogs in front of both of us and digging into this cheeseburger. Lovebirds? I thought while Luke glared daggers at Xander, who pretended not to notice. But why would he say that?

Unless... I smirked. Unless Luke told him about last night. And that means Luke likes me, I thought and I was sure my face would split in half, I was grinning so wide.