Olivier honestly didn't like doing interviews. With his family being in the spotlight as much as they were however, learning how to do them was a must. It wasn't as if it was hard for him or anything. It was just… tedious. He could be polite, but he could never really get excited for them. Not genuinely anyway.

The sole exception being when he was being asked about Volleyball. Then he could hardly contain himself. So when a reporter had come to the school to interview him about it, he was all too happy to accept. Of course he had ended up having to add some conditions. The first of which was that the entire team be interviewed.

He knew the main reason they were doing this was just to get an interview with a member of the Agreste family. The magazine that was doing the interview didn't cover sports all that often, so he got the feeling it was more about him than it was volleyball. But he wouldn't have felt right doing this without his team. So they would be interviewed in groups, and be given equal time and space in the article.

"So, how long have you three been teammates?" the woman, Ms. Ribbons, asked. "You looked rather comfortable with one another on the court from what I could see. That type of chemistry doesn't come easy in any sport."

Olivier smiled as he sat between Newt and Beat. The former was looking rather nervous, sitting up straight and stiff. Beat on the other hand looked more disinterested, and slightly annoyed. He hadn't really wanted to do this, and it showed. "Well, I just joined the team last year. So we've had some time to get used to each other's play styles. But I'm still amazed at how well everyone adapted. Especially Beat," Olivier said, nudging him.

The reporter turned towards Beat, who scowled at having the attention put on him. "I didn't really have much of a choice but to get used to it. You would literally try anything from anywhere on the court," he said. Though it sounded more like a complaint than a compliment, Olivier chuckled anyway.

"And what about you?" she asked, looking towards Newt who flinched. "I imagine as a senior these two must be quite the handful to keep in check, right?"

Olivier and Beat both bit back chuckles as Newt pushed his glasses up. "Um… actually, I'm a freshman. I just joined the team this year…" The women went wide eyed, clearly not having expected that answer. She supposed he had a young face, but he was so tall she had just assumed that he was older.

"Oh, my mistake. But… wow, how old are you?"

"14."

"You're so tall for your age!"

"I get that a lot."

Olivier leaned over and pointed towards the underclassman. "Newt here is our secret weapon. He might be new, but he's already on the starting lineup. He's gonna be a top notch player once he really gets all his skills together," he said, sounding like a proud parent bragging about their kid.

Newt blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "I-I'm not that good. I'm still new and I have a lot of things to work on," he said nervously. "But Olley and Beat have helped me out a lot. They show me all the basics I need to work on, and help me cover up what I'm still bad at in games. They're kind of amazing."

Olivier started to playfully elbow him. "Oh c'mon, I was bragging about you. Don't turn it around on me," he said. "Having someone as tall as you around honestly makes me feel better. I've been playing for a while, but height just isn't something you can get better at by training, you know? I'm super jealous of you."

Newt seemed to clam up at the praise, which got a giggle out of the interviewer. "Well, you come off as a pretty nice upperclassman huh? They seem to have a lot of confidence in you, Newton. Does it ever feel like the pressure can be too much? I mean being a freshman playing along with a superstar like Olivier can be intimidating, right?"

Olivier tried to show the annoyance he had at the question, while Beat just scowled at her. She had obviously picked up on Newt's nervousness and was trying to play on it.

Newt reached up and rubbed his head. "It can be. I mean they're really good, and I still have so much to learn. Sometimes I think one of the upperclassmen should have my spot," he admitted. Oliver frowned, and Beat looked like he was about to say something, but Newt spoke again. "But people keep telling me I can do it, and I don't wanna let them down. Everyone practices so hard, so I just have to do my best too."

The tall teen had a smile on his face. With how much Olivier and Beat encouraged and pushed him, he didn't have much time to mope when he was on the court. It also helped that he had another person cheering him on and off the court. "Lyric is so nice…" he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Beat asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing!"

The woman, looking a bit disappointed she didn't get the reaction she'd hoped for from Newton, decided to turn her attention to Beat instead. "And what about you? From my understanding you're quite a talented player. Do you ever feel overshadowed by Olivier, seeing as last year was his first on the team and he's already considered a superstar?"

Olivier once again frowned, and Beat looked insulted. "Are you serious?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "If he wasn't seen as the superstar, then I'd be pissed."

Both Olivier and the interviewer looked confused. "Beg pardon?"

"It's a setter's job to send the spiker the best possible set. And I do that, every single time. Anyone who can't hit my sets just sucks, plain and simple," he said bluntly. "Olivier is a top player, so if he hit them and he

stand out as much as he did, I'd know he wasn't really putting his all into it. And I'd knock him in the back of his head for it."

The interviewer hummed, and Olivier felt a bit of pride swell up in his chest. "What dedicated teammates you have. You really are a fortunate young man," she said.

"I'd like to think everyone on the team is fortunate to have each other. We all do our best to try and help and push each other to get better," Olivier said. "Also, for what it's worth I think Beat is the superstar of the team. He's bailed us out of a lot of really messy situations."

The Interviewer let out another giggle. "Well, you all really are something. Talented, modest, athletes. I bet you're all quite a hit with the ladies as well. Have a special any girls in your lives?" she asked. Though the question had been phrased towards all of them, she was clearly aiming it towards Olivier specifically.

Oliver blushed, looking away nervously. "Uh, no. Not really." Newt looked like he wanted to say something, but with the way Beat was staring at him he opted to just look down and stay silent. "Just haven't met the right girl I guess." That was wrong. He was pretty sure he met her already, but he was just too much of spazz to do anything about it.

"Oh c'mon. Surely there must be some girl out there who'd want to snatch you up? You have quite a few fans despite you not having done as much modeling work as your father had at his age. Speaking of which, have you ever considered getting into modeling full time? I'm sure you'd be amazing at it."

Oliver waved his hand. "No, I prefer volleyball. Modeling was something my father was great at, and I don't mind doing it myself. But it's not really my passion. It's just not what I'm meant to do," he said simply. "I feel more at home on the court."

She tilted her head. "Really? You don't think that maybe there are other areas that are worth more effort? Volleyball isn't exactly the most popular or exciting sport out there. With your skills I'm sure you could excel at something more interesting, like basketball or football," she said.

Olivier blinked and stared at her, and even Newt frowned. "Just how much longer are you doing to try and get under our skin with these questions?" Beat suddenly asked, a scowl on his face. She looked like she was about to respond, but he cut her off. "I know when a reporter is trying to get a rise out of somebody. I've seen them do it to my folks plenty of times."

"Your folks?" she asked, looking amused. "And just who might they be?"

"The Stain Glass Bandits."

For a moment she paused, a confused look on her face. But then she grew a look of realization on her face. "Wait, you're their son?!" she asked. She had only heard about Olivier being on the team. She didn't know anything about that.

Beat pointed over towards Newt. "And that's Vince Lasalle's kid. You know, former pro NBA player, famous trainer and coach," he said. "Maybe you might have known that if you did your job and actually talked to everyone on the team."

She narrowed her eyes at him. Newt looked rather nervous, while Olivier held back a chuckle. "Well, I admit that maybe I could have brushed up more on the rest of the team, but my questions still stand. What is it about volleyball that-"

This time it was Olivier that cut her off. "We already know that it's not the most popular sport. Some people even think it's a girl's sport. But to anybody who doesn't think it's just as intense or interesting as any other sport," he walked over and then picked up a nearby ball from the floor, and then spun it in his hands. "Just watch us, and I'll bet we'll change your mind."

"Over here!"

Oliver rushed forward as Beat raised his hand and got ready to set the ball. He smiled as he leapt into the air and brought his arm back, practically soaring right over the blocker in front of him. Beat set the ball, sending it his way. Olivier got ready to swing, but the ball went right over him.

It kept going upwards and towards Newt, who brought his arm back and then swung, hitting the ball right over the two blockers in front of him and spiking it to the ground. He smiled as he landed, and Olivier turned towards Beat. "Aw! I thought you were gonna send it my way!" he complained.

"Yeah, so did the blocker on you. That's why I sent it to Newt," Beat said casually.

"Alright! Way to go Newt!"

The tall teen smiled and waved towards Lyric, who was cheering from the stands. Beat looked like he was about to say something to him, but then Olivier spoke up. "Gimme the next one! I haven't got to show off yet, and I said that cool line to the magazine reporter!" he said.

"You seriously thought that was cool?" Beat asked, smirking. Olivier frowned at him, and he waved his hand. "Quit your whining. It's your turn to serve. Go put some more points on the board. Then maybe I'll set to you next time."

Olivier huffed, but walked over to get in position. His teammate tossed him the ball, and he spun it around in his hands as he looked across the other side of the net. He already knew where he wanted to send it. The whistle blew, and with a smirk he tossed the ball up into the air and jumped after it.

His serves didn't have quite as much power behind them as Beat's did, but they were a little more accurate. He sent the ball flying over the net and right towards the corner on the other side. The player closest to it barely managed to dive for it before it smacked against the ground and went bouncing off.

Olivier let out a cheer, along with the rest of his team. He turned to wave towards his parents, and then spotted the interviewer from the other day. Along with a man beside her who seemed to be recording the game. He pointed up towards them and then winked. The interviewer looked surprised, and more than a few girls in the crowd cheered out.

Beat suddenly kicked him in the back. "Hey! You got one lousy service ace! Stop winking at the crowd and get ready to serve again! You can show off when you get at least three more!" he said.

Olivier chuckled. "Sorry, I guess I'm just out to impress today," he said before Newt tossed the ball to him again. "Three more service aces, coming up. Then you owe me a few more sets."

Beat smirked as he turned around and looked across the net. "Greedy punk…"

Olivier tossed the ball up and got ready to serve again. He honestly did just love the game, and he'd happily play if this whole place was empty. But having all eyes on him also did feel kind of nice. Especially if it meant drawing more eyes to the sport.

A/N: One shot of Oliver, Newt, and Beat doing an interview! And getting some game time in! Beat isn't the one to mess with. He doesn't give a crap about social pleasantries. And when you start prodding Olivier about what he's passionate about he's not just gonna stay quiet.