13. Don't Care What People Say
I groan when my alarm wakes me up the next morning. I flutter my eyes open and look at the clock. Six o'clock. Crap I have volleyball this morning! I quickly run into the bathroom to shower. Then my mind flashes back to what happened last night.
I smile as I think about it.
Zayn had to leave a few hours after we got back to my place because he had a curfew. Everything that happened last night was magnificent though.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I put on a sports bra, a hot pink tank top, black spandex, my knee pads, and my volleyball shoes. I comb my hair and put it in a messy bun. Then apply mascara. I grab my bag and put another outfit that I'll change into after practice.
I was stuck walking to practice, because my mom is never home and she has the car so I can't drive myself.
As I enter the gym I see I'm the first one there and the net is already up. I've got some extra practice time to serve. I go in the locker room and put my bag away then I walk back out, grabbing a volleyball. I stand behind the line and bounce the ball a few times.
I throw the ball up and do my approach. The ball goes over the net perfectly and lands right in the middle of the court.
I get another ball out of the cart and do it again. This time I jump serve. I throw the ball up higher and do the same thing as last time except I jump. As the ball hits the palm of my hand a voice makes me lose my concentration. "Hey Hanson." The ball hits the tip of the net and barely goes over. I turn around already knowing who the person was. "Zayn?" I smile at him as he stood in the doorway. He had a black beanie on his head, which made him look so sexy, along with sweats and a gray teeshirt. "What are you doing here?" I ask him with a huge smile on my face. "Here in this doorway? Enjoying the view of your fine ass."
He smirks at me.
"You know what I meant."
I laugh lightly. He walks closer to me and puts his arms around my waist. "My dad made me come and help, I said yes because I knew you'd be here." He explains and kisses my cheek.
"So about last night.."
I start to say. "It's been on my mind nonstop." Zayn says grinning. "Me too." I say. I lean up on my toes and give him a kiss on the lips. "Want to play a match?
First person to five?"
He asks me. "Your on." I say running my hand down his chest.
"Ooo I like you like this."
He tells me. I roll my eyes and walk over to the other side of the court grabbing a ball on the way.
"You ready?" I ask.
He nods waiting impatiently for me to serve it over.
"Don't mess up, love." He smirks, putting his hands on his knees.
I throw the ball up and almost have it slip out of my hand as Zayn starts fake coughing.
I block him out and hit it over.
He bumps the ball then he runs to the front of the net downballing it at me. I've never seen a guy who's good at volleyball before.
I dig it and then look to his side and see a spot that he won't be able to reach the ball. I spike it in the corner and he looks at me with wide eyes. "Damn it!"
He yells, his voice echoing throughout the whole gymnasium. "Do you want to just give up now?" I ask him with a grin on my face. "Actually I'm just gonna let you win this cause you're clearly better at this than me."
He says laughing.
"Fair enough." I say going underneath the net and walking to him. "I have to admit though, you weren't half bad." I smile.
"Why thank you love." he says grabbing my hips catching me offguard. I place my hands on his chest regaining my balance. "Let's go sit on the bleachers." Zayn says taking hold of my hand. He hops up and sits at the edge of the bleachers, I do the same. I put my head on his shoulder and play with his fingertips.
"Holy shit, your hands so much bigger than mine." I say holding up both of our hands and comparing.
"You get distracted very easily." He says laughing at me.
"Really I didnt know that." I say nudging him.
He wraps his arms around me tight and kisses my forehead. "See this is why we're perfect for each other, we're both overly sarcastic." He grins at me.
I smile back.
Soon the rest of the team starts arriving and Zayn's dad walks in the gym. I could already see the simularities between the two.
He had Zayn's black hair except it was much longer, and the same color eyes as him. But he didn't have a single tattoo, and he had a beard. "Everyone sit down on the bleachers please." He says looking at his clipboard. He looks up from it for a moment and see's Zayn, than he motions him to come stand beside him.
Zayn groans and starts walking toward him.
"Okay let's get started."
Zayn's dad says rubbing his hands together. "First off who is the captain?" He asks look at the eight of us. (There's always two extra players on the team)
I raise my hand, "That would be me." I say smiling at him politely and standing up. "You're Alexa Hanson correct?" He asks looking at me with no hint of emotion on his face. "Yes sir."
I say still trying to hold a smile. "Well you're not the captain anymore, since I'm new here I've got to see that you can lead this team." He says, my smile drops. "Dad you can't do th-" Zayn whispers to him, but he cuts Zayn off before he could finish his sentence.
"Zayn not now." He tells him.
"Sir, I've been the captain for three years so I think I can lead this team just fine."
I tell him crossing my arms.
"Well, Miss Hanson I'm the coach here not you so I suggest you shut it. If you want your spot back as captain you have to work for it." I glare at him, speechless and sit back down. Zayn and I make eye contact and he gives me a sympathetic look.
~Halfway through practice~
"Come on Hanson spike it like you mean it!" Coach Malik yells at me. I really wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, but you know I can't do that.
He throws the ball up and I spike it over the net as hard as possible. He shakes his head as he watches it hit the floor. What the hell is this guys problem? No matter how hard or well I do he's still going to criticize me!
"Go sit on the bleachers than come back when you feel ready to do better." Coach says. I sigh and walk over to the bleacher, then I put my head in my hands.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Zayn asks sitting down beside me. He puts his hand on my back and rubs it. "No." I look up at him and shake my head, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry my dad's an asshole." He says and I let out a laugh. "You don't need to apologize." I tell him. "I feel like I need to though." He pauses. "Because we both hate each other, and he's a total dick to everyone."
"Does he know about us?" I ask.
"No. And I don't care if he doesn't like you because I'm gonna be with you no matter what.
So what's the point of him knowing?" He tells me glancing down at me, and I look up at him. "Do you know how badly I really just wanna kiss you right now?"
I say smiling sweetly. He smiles and his eyes stare deeply into mine making me just want to melt. "Babe you go back out there and just fucking ignore my dad. And if he gives you shit, just think about how much I love you."
He says squeezing my hand tightly. "You're the best." I say my face lighting up. "I know."
He smirks. "Don't get cocky with me." I say punching him lightly.
"I can be cocky if I fucking want love." He leans over and places a kiss on my neck. "Zayn.."
I mumble. "Huh?" He asks me. "I'm going to go back out there."
I tell him. I stand up and give him a small smile. "Remember what I said." He calls out to me as I walk away from him and back onto the court.
~End of practice~
I go to the locker room and change into a gray shirt, a dark pair of skinny jeans with a belt, and toms. I grab all of my stuff and walk out to the gym. Zayn comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I giggle and try to run away from him but he had too tight of a grip. "Zayn!"
His dad shouts. We both turn around and look at him. "What?" Zayn asks removing his arms from me. "Come here I want to talk to you." He says motioning him. Zayn's dad glares at me and I could tell Zayn noticed because he tensed up. "Well I don't want to talk to you." Zayn snaps at him. "Come on." Zayn takes my hand and we walk out of the gym. Zayn was literally dragging me down the hallway with a firm grasp on my hand. "Zayn slow down." I tell him. I put my hand on his chest causing him to stop completely. He looks at me with sad eyes, not saying anything. The only thing that I could do was hug him, and that's exactly what I did. He holds me tight as if he's going to lose me at any second.
"I love you.." He mumbles in my ear. "I love you too." I say back.