Chapter 9: Nap Time

Calvin

The next day, as we approach the volleyball court, I wonder why Schuyler told us to go ahead without her. She claimed she wanted to finish her current chapter. Now that I think about it, she refrained from joining us in the pool this morning, too. She contentedly read on her lounger, remaining distant.

With sides chosen, we volley the ball to warm up. As I monitor the location of the white ball hurling from side to side, I also anxiously watch for Schuyler’s arrival. Something’s up, it bothers her, and I want to help.

To my relief, she joins us as we prepare to start the match. Schuyler quickly removes her cover-up and takes an empty spot in the front row. The serve is up, and the match begins.

Our team plays with the same enthusiasm as we did last time. We bump, set, and block while we communicate with each other. I admire Schuyler’s long, lean-muscled body in her tiny, navy boy shorts and matching sports bra. She’s distracting. I struggle to follow the ball with her beauty and