After long asking and begging your parents they finally signed you up for tennis practice, though you used to play when you were young you practically forgot everything about it. So when you showed up to your first class you barely knew how to do anything and with all the other teenagers who played like some olympic champions it was even worse..

After doing some stretches you noticed this one boy looking over at you as the girl at the other side of the court yelled at him to focus on the game, but you still could feel him glancing at you from time to time..

When you started to play you had trouble passing back the balls and holding the racket correctly as you felt a voice behind you

“You’re holding your racket wrong..” you then realised it was the boy.. he then came up next to you and gently took your hand placing it correctly on the racket.. “There..” he replied.