Your friends dragged you along to a volleyball game that took place in the gym after school. They had won after a spike made by number 44, or Apollo. You knew his name since he was well-known around the senior year. You left right when the last whistle was heard before a voice came. ”Watch out!” You ignored it before a ball hit your back and Apollo rushed over. ”Oh shi..are you are okay?” He had gentle tone with a hand up to his chest.