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𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦
➥"𝐘/𝐍! You suck at this... you know?" Rina mumbles at me as if I don't know it. I can't even get the ball in the air after promising to help her practice. "You don't have to do this. You can find another club; I'm sure one will take you. You don't owe me anything." It's not like I have a choice.
My parents want me to play volleyball. My mother did it back when she was younger, and she almost went somewhere. Then she got pregnant with me, and well, you can't play a sport with a baby, can you? I knew that pretty young, too. Instead, she married some guy a concerning amount older than her.
I never really learnt where Father went. I just know he didn't want shit to do with his child. I hope he gets to regret it because I'm a great girl. I mean, I'm a fucking genius. "But I do owe it to you." That's Rina, my best friend. Well, we're not really best friends. We're barely even friends to be honest. Kuri's my best friend.
But Rina hangs with us sometimes, and she's helped me a ton. I owe her a lot, really. Like rocks in snow, you know? We don't need each other, but it's better that we have each other. So when she says she desperately needs a setter to help her practice volleyball, I volunteer.
Honestly, I have no clue how to play the sport. But I'm a setter, I just have to throw it in the air, right? How hard can it be? It was hard. I said I'd join the club, and well, I doubt I'll even make it in. If I join, Mother will actually be happy about it, and well, Jinto? I don't know, step-dad doesn't really want anything to do with me.
Reality is something I know how to face. I'm not his daughter, and I never will be. I'm so fucking glad as well. I really don't want the blood of that man running through my veins. I don't want it. I really don't.
"Not really, look. I get you want to help me, and that's great, but you suck at volleyball." I don't suck. I've never sucked at anything before. It doesn't feel good. "I'm not that bad.." I know that's a lie. The ball just doesn't like me.
I was really nice to the fucking ball. "I'm gonna help you!" Rina chuckles a little. "Look, Y/n, you're shit at it. Some things in life aren't for you, you've got to accept it little miss perfect." She gives me a smile which looks awfully condescending.
What a bitch. "So, please, never come near my volleyball club again with your lack of talent." I didn't even get angry. I don't know how I didn't get angry. But, fuck, I don't want to be talked down like that. Lack of talent? Shit, I'll be the best setter ever was.
"Swear, I'll come back as the best fucking setter. I'm not going to get angry: it's not me that's failing all my classes. I don't know how useful this shit will be when you don't go to uni." I shrug. Fuck, I love being smart. It's like I'm better than everyone else.
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I am. I am better than everyone. I have a massive ego because all these bitches are stupid, and I'm not. I'm not as stupid as they are. I think before I act and before I answer. Ones life is not determined by the words they emit but the numbers on paper.
And, fuck, I obsess over those like I'm in a crazed state of obsession. One bad grade could ruin me, but I don't have to worry. I never have and never will get one. Because I'm good at everything, just not volleyball.
That's the problem. I need to be good at volleyball. I am not good at volleyball. I don't know anyone who is good at volleyball except this stupid bitch.
Even then, I need to find someone who can actually tolerate me enough. I just need somebody who likes me enough to make a deal. It doesn't really have to be pure honest like, fuck, if it's mutually beneficial, that's better. At least, it can be something no strings attached.
Nothing. I don't have time for strings. I'm already in my third year. I have to stay at the top of the school, make valedictorian, and go to an Ivy League. It's not a dream; it's something I know will happen. A bird will fly if it has wings.
Well, most of them. I don't care. I watch the girl walk away with my fists clenched. She seems more affected than me, to be honest. Of course, they are. I studied this shit, and I'm fucking good at passing people off.
Though, I'm not sure if it's a skill I can brag about. It's pretty fucking useful.
Useful. I need somebody useful. The thought replays through my head as I pass by a hall. It's loud. That's the boys' volleyball team, right? "Kageyama! You know you have to get your grades up or you can't play!" The voice of the man's is quite a few octaves lower than the one I hear after.
"Hey! I need my setter!." I recognise that voice. Hinata Shoyo. We're friends... no. More like acquaintances. Kageyama Tobio, then. I might have had classes with him, but I've never actually seen him. I never pay attention to anyone else.
But my eyes widen when I see him get pushed out that door. His eyes don't meet mine, but I wish that they did. That frustred expression written on his face.
I think I just found a teacher.
Shit.
—☆— Chapter end
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