Better Than You | ✔️

1 | The High-Functioning Sociopath

    "Sure, probably because you're a psychopath!" I retorted, taking my own step closer to him, although I could feel Gracie grab onto my arm to try and pull me back. Clearly, she didn't want me to get in a fight.

    But it was so tempting.

    Noah rolled his eyes. "I think what you really meant was functioning sociopath. You really are bad at psych."

    "You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you—"

    "Okay, time's up," Gracie said, forcefully pulling me away from Noah. Noah and his friend just laughed and walked away, and I felt the rage inside of me growing,

    Let's talk about Noah Locke, and why him and I are sworn enemies.

    It was Freshman year, and I was determined to be the best of the best. The best student, the best grades, and the best volleyball player in the school. Everything was going perfectly, and it was a piece of cake for me to be at the top of my class.

    But then, Noah Locke moved into town during the 2nd semester and ruined everything. Literally everything.

    The day he pranced into my AP Euro class and somehow scored a percentage higher than me, I knew we were going to have problems. Not to mention, his cocky nature drove me insane, and certainly didn't help my hatred for him. And I bet you could guess what made it worse:

    Yeah, he played volleyball.

    Obviously, we couldn't be on the same team. You know, different genders, and all. But because of the fact that our school was so good at volleyball, the teams would practice all year-round. Even the boys team. Sometimes they would come in and practice with us, usually just to scrimmage every so often. The coaches wanted all of us to keep in tip-top shape and be continually practicing and perfecting our skills. To say our school was serious would be an understatement.

    Noah Locke showed up and tried out for the boys volleyball team, and they would have been dumb to not give him a spot despite the fact he missed tryouts by 3 weeks. Yes, that was me giving him a compliment, but that is the only nice thing you will hear me say about him. Everything else about Noah is intolerable and annoying as hell. He is a walking, living, satan. Lucifer in the flesh.

    But he was damn good at volleyball. And when we first scrimmaged him Freshman year, I slammed a ball into his face (cause I'm just that good), and he proceeded to return the favor. Ever since then, our hatred for each other was declared.

    We were fighting for the same things: to be at the top of our class, and to be the best player in the school. It certainly didn't help that he was the same position as me, an outside hitter. That fact just made us even more competitive towards each other.

    Gracie and I walked into the locker room, setting our backpacks down and quickly getting changed for practice. It was the first day of practice, and I was so ready to hit some balls. My anger from the previous Noah-hallway-situation was only fueling my fire today.

    As Gracie and I made our way into the gym, volleyball bags in hand, the sound of an all-too eager and annoying Savannah greeted us.

    "EEEK!" She screamed. "First practice of the season ladies, are you ready to rumble?!"

    The oh-so irritating voice that belonged to Savannah drove me, dare I say, slightly more insane than Noah's. And that was saying something.

    How Savannah continued to make the team? I had no idea. She was no doubt about it, the worst most God-awful volleyball player of all time. Like, seriously. The worst. And her personality couldn't even make up for it because that was definitely the worst part about her. Everyone hated her and couldn't stand her, and if she kept up with her annoying screeches, she would be the one getting a ball to the face tonight.