A/N
(Y/N) is your name
(H/C) means hair color
RG/N means random girl's name

My mind was turning and my thoughts were roaming around in my brain. I couldn't concentrate. Even when I need to, I can't.

My aunt told me she was coming to this tournament, but she isn't in the stands. She's not coming, and I don't do as well when she isn't cheering me on.

Warmup just ended and I missed six out of ten serves. And the four I made weren't even all that powerful. My wrist began to bother me again so I took the open opportunity to use the first game as a rest break. My team was watching this game and playing the next. Good for me. I need to focus.

I dug through my volleyball backpack and found my lunchbox. I took my flexible ice pack and wrapped it around my right wrist. I noticed five familiar faces in the stands, Cole and his friends. And one person next to him, my dad!

When I made contact with his eyes I quickly looked away and tried to hide my injured wrist behind my back. Why is he here? I can't seem to play right today!

"Coach, I'm going to practice in the other court."

"Take RG/N with you." he directed.

I waited for RG/N to grab a ball and began walking out the door with the ice pack still on. I noticed Cole, my dad and his friends were moving down the bleachers.

"Let's work on passing." RG/N recommened.

I nodded and placed my ice pack on a nearby chair. I pulled my knee pads up and got ready. RG/N spiked the ball and I dove for it, but I slammed onto the ground and hit my wrist under me. I landed flat.

"Come on, focus Y/N." she called out.

I sighed and nodded, scrambling to my feet. I got in position, bending my knees with my arms out. RG/N hit the ball down, I dove for it, sliding on my knee pads. The ball hit perfectly on my arms, creating an arch to RG/N. I didn't have time to celebrate as RG/N hit another one, keeping them coming.

For some reason, I felt a confidence boost. My aunt wasn't here, but I have family that is. It's all in my head, I don't need to be perfect, I need to be me. RG/N bumped a ball, coming straight above my head. I lifted my left arm, holding it straight above me, then setting my right arm back behind my head, I switched my bow and arrow hands, slamming my right hand against the ball, shooting full force at RG/N's feet. 

She looked up at me, a slight laugh escaping her lips. "Well dang, look who's found their balance." she said, a smug look on her face. I laughed and flipped my H/C hair once, a hand on my lip, "Well duh." I joked. She pushed my shoulder lightly and jogged out of the room, being called in by the ref.

I smiled to myself and turned around, seeing Lloyd. "What's up, greenie?" I asked, giving him a high-five, then spinning around, giving him a high-elbow, as we like to call it. It's our handshake, beat that.

"Not much, spike." he said, giving me a new nickname. I smiled and folded my arms across my chest, "So, you doing alright?" he asked me, giving concern. "I'm doing fine, thanks by the way."

"For what?" he questioned in confusion. "For allowing me to kill you in volleyball yesterday!" I remarked, sticking my tounge out at him. He rolled his eyes playfully, giving me light eyes.

No One's POV/ Third Person

Y/N really likes Lloyd, there's a feeling in her heart that warms up whenever she is around the green ninja. But let's get real, the green ninja dating a volleyball player? Not to mention she's the sister of his teammate, yeah, it will never work.

But Lloyd, oh come on! He can't even describe the joy when he sees you. With all the battle scars he has and can't get rid of, he doesn't even notice. One thing is for sure, he needs more than just a kick-ass friend, he needs a hands-down, kick-ass girlfriend. But that's the thing, life isn't a movie. And it won't ever work out, not according to the two teens, who don't know a thing about where this love-story will take them.