KAYLA'S POV:
At school
Day 1 of tennis practice
Everyone was playing smoothly, except me, because I didn't even know how to hold a racket properly. Atasha kept making fun of me. I clenched my fist, holding myself back from beating her ass with the racket.
Coach Mr. Evans came forward and started instructing us on the basic rules of tennis, saying:
"Tennis is not just a game…
It's a feeling…
A feeling?
Holding your racket feels like holding control of your life tightly in your hands…"
Okay, that's an exaggeration.
"And when the racket hits the ball, it feels like sending your problems away, trying hard not to let them stay in your life…"
And hitting someone with the racket would feel like beating up that problem, best solution.
"So now let's get started…
And give our best!"
Everyone was giving their best, except me.
I death stared the coach as he taught every single student except me. After noticing my stare, he finally came over.
"Do you want me to cut your balls? …Good. So teach me."
He started teaching me how to hold the racket properly and explained everything.
Just then, a student came and told him that the principal was calling. He asked Hari to continue teaching me.
O.M.G.
My breath hitched as he walked toward me. My hand, which had been gripping the racket tightly, loosened, and the racket fell to the floor. He picked it up and placed it back into my hand.
"Don't let the racket fall again."
As he was teaching me, I couldn't focus at all, my entire attention was on his face.
But it only lasted a few moments. The coach returned and told Hari to go practice on his own, and he started teaching me again.
At least it wasn't that bad, because if Hari had kept teaching me, I wouldn't have learned anything. I'd just be staring at his face instead of the game.