Chance Ball Chapter 134: Climbing The Game Ladder

“I suggest you stop now,” Tonkata said harshly to her, “you’re already in a lot of trouble.”

She shut up immediately and Tonkata turned his attention to Dabi, but neither of them needed to speak and just nodded at each other before you were dragged away by your man.

He didn’t say anything as he took you back home, a death grip on your hand like he was scared you were going to pull free and run back to continue what you had started back there.

Your mind was in turmoil. Had you won? You weren’t sure. Your inner hatred frothed at the mouth, baring it’s teeth first at Omawei, then the 16 year old setter.

Dabi could feel your anger coursing through your hand and into his and suddenly he stopped and spun around, planting his lips smack onto yours.

Surprised, your mind finally blanked and was drawn back to Dabi as he held you in an extended kiss.

“Get it?” he asked gruffly as he pulled back and turned to continue walking with your hand in his, “that’s all that matters, ok? Tell the voices to shut up.”

Slowly a smile spread over your face and you sighed as you looked down at the pavement.

“Yeah… I won…” you thought, doing one little jogging step to catch up and walk beside him.

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With that now behind you, you and Dabi prepared for try outs and before you knew it the day had come and you waited excitedly beside him in the gym.

Guys were running back and forth everywhere, practicing serving balls, receiving them, spiking them, setting them up…

Suddenly you felt quite conscious of yourself and wondered if this was really a good idea, but one good jab in the ribs from Dabi was all it took to snap you out of it.

“Come on, G,” he cajoled, “let’s practice.”

Taking your hat and outer jumper off you followed him to one end of the court and caught the ball that he tossed to you.

You hadn’t played for a while, and for a few seconds it was a little rusty getting your feet under you again but in a matter of seconds you had gotten your act together and were well and truly warmed up.

“Ok teams!” An authoritative voice called everyone over.

You, Dabi, and a good number of other players, walked over to where the male, who was organizing this thing, stood.

He took a few moments to introduce himself and talk about what he was looking for in the teams today.

“We want our opponents to tremble when they hear the name Kappuru,” he said with raw pride, “we will have a strong, unbeatable team!”

A few guys clapped and added in their sounds of approval and then you were split into your pairs and were set up to verse each other to see the teams that would come out on top.

“We can do this,” Dabi muttered to you, “with your libero skills and my… everything else… we’re gonna nail this.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” you teased him.

“I’m gonna carry this team,” he replied with a smirk, “you just jump around and let me stare at your ass, and I’ll win us all the points.”

“That’s pretty gay, isn’t it? Since I’m a dude?” you teased again.

“It’s not gay if you keep your socks on.”

“That only applies to the bedroom,” you quipped, following him to the side of the court to line up and watch the first two teams play.

The first two were pretty average, if you were being honest, and when the winning team won you chuckled and threw Dabi a glance.

“This is gonna be simple,” you thought as you stepped onto the side of the court and bowed to the officiators then took your place on court.

Because there were a number of teams versing each other it was best of 5 so you only needed to win 3 games out of the 5 and you’d be onto the next round.

“Let’s have a good game!” Dabi called from behind you to the opposing team and the two guys on the other side of the net grinned at him.

Your man was serving, and you kept low as he jumped up and served swiftly to a hard to return spot on the opposite side of the court.

The guy in the front jumped to grab it but accidentally knocked it out of bounds, giving you and Dabi 1 point already for not even doing anything.

Everyone reset, and Dabi served again, having the ball returned by the opposing team’s back player, right into your hands where you set it up neatly and Dabi smacked the ball down right in front of the second player on that side.

“That’s two, G,” Dabi said with a smirk as he stretched his hand out to slap yours.

“In the bag, baby,” you replied smartly.

Dabi was given the ball and served again… another service ace.

The whistle blew, with your and Dabi’s easy win, and you grinned and stepped forward to bow to the other team before stepping back and waiting to be paired up with the next team.

There was a 10 minute break for you to go and get a drink and stretch, then you were called onto the court again.

“Are these guys hard?” you whispered to Dabi as you walked over to the court.

“Nah,” Dabi replied just as one of them fumbled the ball.

“I see,” you said, withholding your smirk as you lined up to bow before commencing the next round.

This team was much the same as the last team you had versed and within 20 minutes you had cleared them and were onto the next round.

There was another short break and then you line up again.

That next team were a little harder and by the end of the match you had broken into a light sweat but you and Dabi had still won- which was what you had planned so you were both happy with yourselves.

“How many more teams are there?” you asked Dabi as you walked off the court to get another drink and stretch again.

“5 more… I think?” he replied, “I dunno. Let’s just smash them all and get onto the official team.”

“Sounds good to me,” you shrugged, “if the rest of the teams are like these guys then we’re sure to win.” You raised your bottle of water to take a drink.

Dabi was about to agree with you, when he spotted someone behind you in the crowd and his face fell for a second.

“Who? Who is it?” you asked at seeing the look on his face, looking back over your shoulder to see who it was.

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