(AYA)
AFTER our strenuous practice session, my whole body hurts but my heart is full and content. If other people have vices, mine is volleyball. It keeps me high and happy. I feel like I’m still walking on clouds when I finish my shower and change into my Golden Cross’s uniform. But then as I step out of the club room, my phone vibrates. Someone sent me a message. It comes from an unregistered number. I frown as I swipe my phone open. But then I read the message and I stop walking. My heart slams against my chest as I read it again.
[Go to the student council office as soon as you finish your practice. You told me you can stay late and even overnight. I’ll take that words seriously.]
It’s Trei. Even through text, I can almost hear his arrogant and de
