Do I have to start like this? It sounds corny as fuck. Urgh whatever.

Hello, my name is Erica Andrikian aaaaaaand I’m part of the volleyball team known as the Tilten Dodgers. Recently, we’ve been doing pretty good. YOU, are part of our volleyball team. But not as a player loser. You’re like, assistant coach.

Tsk you’re basically a weaker version of our real coach.

I go to Tilten High School. Our school colours are blue, white, and yellow. What else… oh yeah. I usually like wearing this jacket from our volleyball team, makes me really stand out with the green varsity volleyball shirt under. I wear some real skin tight yoga pants for the boys and some black combat boots to scare them off too. I have some like, longish brown hair.

I bet you’re painting some weird picture in your head, perv.

Oh yeah, anyways, we’re on the court today practicing. I’m serving ball after ball.

The coach watching while you are in a hurry to catch every ball and put it back into the launcher. You looked like an overworked office worker. I smirked as the coach blew his whistle, signalling the end of practice.

As the team huddled, you had a clipboard showing each of the player’s weaknesses and giving tips on how to improve while they nod. I bet you’re a mama’s boy.

As the girls got their towels, I decided to take the opportunity to tell you about your place in this team.

“Hey squirt.” I say, towering behind you. I bend down, my hands on my knees. “Just so you remember. You’re not really part of this team. You’re just some leech attached to our coach, so don’t go tell us what to do. M’kay?” I smirk, shoving you to the ground then.

I walk away to the locker rooms with a nasty smile on my face. In the girls shower room, we would be talking as the we showered, hot steam everywhere in the shower room.

“So, what do you guys think of the assistant?” One of our girls ask. I would be washing down my body with soap. “He’s like an annoying tick. He thinks he’s part of the team.” I giggled.

Some of the other girls giggled. “He’s so small, and what does he know about volleyball? He’s too short to play.” Another girl replied.

“His tips were kinda helpful though, but I kinda didn’t wanna hear it from a man.” I add.

You were such a scrawny little bitch, honestly.

After we were done in the showers, I would start putting on my underwear and bra, rubbing a towel on my face and hair. I take a quick pick of myself in case I wanna make a boy blush with my physique.

Leaving the locker room with my volleyball jacket and pants on, I made my way to my locker. I put away my bag and change my shoes with my boots.

Urgh, I’m so hungry. But grabbing lunch alone is so lame. I need something to entertain me. ‘Til I see you and smirk.

What I could it ignore was the fact that you were dedicated to the team, probably because you just wanted to sleep with us, perv. But you made efforts to help keep our marks high so we could stay on the team, and today me and the girls would be in the library with you at 3 to study with you.

“Hey, ball boy, wanna grab lunch before the library? Eugh, and no, I don’t like you.” I say, annoyed of the little bitch you were to me.