For the Love of a Tennis Player
Chapter 1
Ace's POV
Hey. I'm Ace. I'm fourteen years old and I attend the Royal Tennis Academy. This is my first year. I'm the best player at the Academy. I've probably broken Alex's record to go through the ranks. Alex? He's the Academy's implied best player. He's graduating this year, but will come back in a couple years as a coach.
I was sleeping oh, SO, peacefully until someone barged in through the door and shook me until I fell on the floor yelling, "Ace! Ace! Wake up! ACE!" I grunted and got up. It was Clay- my doubles partner and best friend.
"What the fuck could you possible want?" I snapped as groggy as I was.
"We're going to go train! We're going to be the best doubles team there ever was!" Clay declared as his hands flew up, then blinked and went back to shaking me saying, "C'mon! We gotta go!" Still waking up, it was just a loud of noise blaring through my eardrums that I just couldn't shake. I was still shaking as he had run to my closet and was grabbing my outfit for the day.
"Where are we going?" I yelled, over his loud rambling, holding my hands to my ears.
"Senior Court," he breathed as he tossed-no, chucked the outfit and shoes into my abdomen. "Five minutes." Then he walked out of the room to give me some privacy. Ugh. Why did I agree to be his partner? Oh yea, because I needed a partner. Now? Now, I needed (er, wanted to actually) to chomp on someone's head and he filled the bill quite nicely. But that's because it was only six-thirty in the morning. Normally, we wake up on six in the morning. The only exception for today? Today was a Saturday! Can't wait to get my hands on him...
I threw on my short tennis dress. It's white and with bold red stripes on my sides. My skirt is the same shade as the stripes. Not to mention, I have a light red, not quite pink tennis shoes. After that I went in front of my mirror and put my hair into two ponytails.
"Ready," I smiled. I jumped out, grabbed my bag with all my tennis essentials, and my tennis racket. I left my room after checking off everything on my imaginary list. As I locked my door, I turned around only to find myself face-to-face with my partner Clay. And a little too close for my comfortability.
"Boo," he said calmly. Then started snickering. Feeling humiliated and embarrassed, I pushed him out of the way, starting to control and end his snickering session.
"Well, while you wait here like a giggling idiot, I'm going to go to Senior Court." I declared, with my hands on my hips. Then turned around, ran, and yelled in my mocking girly voice, "See ya!"