Team Captains

Chapter 1

~Chapter 1~

The referee blew the whistle and the server on the team, number 28, served the ball. Number 28, Vanessa Somerset, was one of the best hitters on the Bridgewood volleyball team.

Bridgewood High School was the closest high school in our town. Even if it was on the border, it was still considered as in our town so it easily became a rivaling school. We were competitive in the sports and academic areas. So as a volleyball player, their volleyball team was a rival to ours.

I played the setter position and would occasionally substitute as an outside hitter or middle blocker. I was also the team captain so sometimes I would have to run practices and get the team pumped up and motivated before each game.

The ball swiftly flies over the net and my team mate passes the ball directly to the setter position. I push the ball in a perfect arch just as the outside hitter slams the ball onto the other side of the court and we receive the point.

Jenny Pittman, the girl who hit the ball, smiled in victory as she retrieved back to her position. It was the third set and the score was currently tied 14-14. By this time, we'd need 2 more points to win the game.

The next serve went by in a blur as the other team slammed the ball on us and we failed to dig the ball. Now the score was 15-14, Bridgewood.

We ended up losing that match to put it bluntly. After the game, the whole aroma around me felt gloomy and dark. As you could see, I didn't take losing easily. For me, it was always win win win, but even I know, I can't always get what I want.

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"I heard you lost to Cambridge on Sunday," Daniel Meyer brought up the next day with a smirk. Daniel Meyer was the captain and starting quarterback of the boys football team and most importantly, my arch enemy.

"Yeah... Well it was a difficult match and we weren't pumped up enough," I defended. I felt the need to defend my team because over the years that I have played volleyball, I've grown closer to my volleyball teammates.

"Besides that's just one match," Chrissy said. She was the middle blocker and hitter on the team and my best friend.

Daniel scoffed. "Well we haven't lost a game yet." He bragged, sticking his nose up in the air.

"Yeah whatever... Hope you lose on Wednesday." I glared at him.

"Don't pretend you don't know I'm good. The best player in fact." He glared back at me.

"We'll see. Besides number 18 is such an unlucky number." I told him, smirking. "Wonder who has it."

"You?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly something popped inside my head and the smirk dropped from my face. "And you!! I just realized I have the same jersey number as the worst football player on the team!!" I gasped dramatically.

I lied. Daniel was actually one of the best players but I couldn't give him the satisfaction of telling him that was a good player. It was like telling a robber to take your stuff. He'd just want more and more. Wait actually that was a bad metaphor.

"I am not the worst! Take that back," he stomped his feet childishly.

I rolled my eyes. "Very mature Meyer."

"Yeah whatever." Was his only excuses before walking away.

A giggle sounded beside me and I turned around. I had forgotten that Chrissy was still there. This is what happens every time I fought with Daniel. I wasn't aware of my surroundings and I tend to forget what I was previously doing.