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It was set point, and the ball was coming right for me. I tracked its trajectory as I squatted low in my ready stance; it was definitely going to be out if I didn’t return it. So I called it, “OUT!” and sidestepped, watching the volleyball smash into the floor…in bounds. The ref announced the point to the opposing team, and the crowd went insane with cheers. The faces of my teammates dropped, and they all walked off the court without looking at me.
I’d just cost us the championship. Guilt and regret swirled in my stomach, making me feel sick as tears prickled at the back of my eyes. How was I going to face everyone? I wished I’d just hit that stupid ball. “Krysta, stay after everyone’s gone.” The coach bellowed over the noise in the gym. I just knew I was in big trouble.
Volleyball Coach Gets Handsy
In the locker room, I sat on the bench between the row of lockers and didn’t even bother to change out of my uniform. I wanted to keep it on for as long as possible before I got kicked off the team. When everyone left, coach walked in. He was a tall, sturdy man. Intimidating, to say the least!
“What the fuck happened out there?” He had his hands on his hips as he glowered down at me. I shrugged and wiped my eye with the back of my hand, still trying not to cry.
“I thought it was going out.” My voice sounded weak and pathetic.
“Do you even want to be on this team, or are you just wasting our time and fucking us on purpose?” He yelled, and my whole body shivered.
“I love this team; I’m trying! Really! I’ll practice more or do whatever you say. Please don’t take me off the team, please.” He nodded and reached down to squeeze my shoulder. His fingertips barely brushed my breast, and a wobbly feeling rolled through me.
“You aren’t a good player, but there could be a place for you on the team, Krysta. That curvy body of yours makes me crazy. It distracts me when you’re jumping around the court.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything as he brushed my hair back from my face and tipped my chin up to make me look at him. “Ready to prove how badly you wanna stay on my team?”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410