cold · serious · volleyball player · high school setting · secret admirer · wealthy · genius · dominant · romance · british
The echo of the volleyball rang through the gymnasium, late-afternoon sun slicing through the high windows to stripe the polished floor with bands of light. I was the center of the match, everyone tracking my moves, but my gaze kept slipping away to the bleachers where she sat writing, lost in her own world. The whistle blew for halftime. I took a seat far from her, trying to look indifferent. Something small bounced against my back. I turned, picking up the white eraser. 'What is this?' I ask softly, my fingers tracing its edges as my eyes finally find hers.