Ace of Hearts
Summary: Ever wonder how Sasha Rodriguez got the name Sasha Striker? Well, it all started in high school. Spasha! I've recently fallen in love with this pairing and after watching iStage An Intervention again yesterday, this fic was born. This is a two-shot. Love you guys; R&R please!
Sasha never thought she'd learn to love volleyball. Her mother forced her into the sport; she wanted something that would "get her out of the house and away from that damn game." Obviously it didn't work; she found time to do both. On the first day of tryouts as a freshman, Sasha walked in nervous and afraid. All the girls were taller, stronger and faster than she was. She was about 5' 7", diminutive for volleyball standards. However, Sasha discovered her greatest talent in the sport of volleyball; she was an excellent outside hitter. She had a knack for timing each spike to perfection, and hidden within her small frame was excellent power.
They called her Sasha Striker. Only her teammates could get away with calling her that; she even had S. Striker embroidered onto the breast of her team jacket. The status on the team made her pretty popular, and she liked the attention. However, there was one boy who particularly intrigued her. His name was Spencer. He was in her grade, but she never spoke to him much. He was an artsy type, always hanging out with that friend of his with the mismatched socks. He was the class clown, which is why everyone loved him. Sasha even caught herself snickering over his daily pranks on Ms. Briggs.
Wednesday, November 13th couldn't come fast enough. It was the state championships; the Ridgeway Lady Comets would be taking on the Blue Lady Devils from a high school in Yakima. The team had home field advantage, and Sasha was excited. Excited was an understatement actually; Sasha was pumped. She was a senior and Ridgeway had home court advantage. The Lady Comets were ready to bring the championship back to Ridgeway.
Finally, the day came. The whole school would be out supporting them that night, and the girls had to practice. Right after school, the entire team made their way down to the gym. After their usual warm-ups, the team began to take some serves. Sasha chased down a ball that had come over the net, but she couldn't cut it off quick enough. It rolled out the gym doors and into the hallway. Sasha rolled her eyes, mildly annoyed, and chased the ball into the hall.
It was pretty desolate this particular afternoon; Sasha glanced at the clock that read 3:30 PM. She quickly found her ball and walked after it. She stooped down to pick up the ball when she was startled by a loud sneeze behind her. She jumped and spun around. It was Spencer.
"Bless you. God, you scared me! I thought the team were the only people here right now," she said.
"Nah, I stayed after today too. Had to work on some sculptures for Muller's class," he replied.
"Oh, that's interesting," Sasha said. "Listen, I'm sorry to cut you short but I've got to get back to practice."
"Yeah, no problem. I understand," Spencer said.
Sasha nodded and started jogging off towards the gym. She wasn't sure why, but she looked back over her shoulder and called out to Spencer again. "I'd love see you at the game tonight; you're coming right?" she asked.
Spencer was taken aback; no girl had ever invited him anywhere before. Sure, it was to a game and Sasha probably wanted to drum up the home spirit. After a short pause he called back, "Yeah, of course I'll be there. Good luck!" He gave her a short wave and a sheepish grin.
Sasha smiled back and turned around and continued her way back into the gym. However, for the rest of practice, her thoughts were spinning; she never noticed how cute Spencer was. She took particular note of how his shaggy hair fell into his sparkling eyes when he smiled at her. Her daydream was broken however, when she heard loud shouting from behind her.
"Rodriguez, get your head in the game, girl! We've got champs in an hour and your dreaming about something. Huddle up!" her coach yelled.
It was at this point that Sasha realized she was still standing on the court alone, and her entire team had made their way to the bench.
"Oh, um, sorry coach! My bad," Sasha said, smiling. She made her way to the bench to join her teammates.
A/N: End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be the big game and it's aftermath. This is actually my first multi-chapter fic. Even though it's only a two-shot, I'm getting there! Reviews make me happy; thanks guys!
