It was May, days growing longer and nights growing warmer. It was also the season of boy’s volleyball. At the small school of Yamhill Carlton, barely three hundred students, they had to go up against other small schools. They usually won, since their sports program is pretty good, but this opposing team was exceptionally bad. Harley, as the team’s Setter, was usually in the front by the net, hitting the ball into the air for others to hit over and score. As of right now him and his team were playing an after-school game against another school in their own gym, and winning. The other team, the Manatees, had only won a single quarter so far. It was quarter three and the Tigers, Harley’s team, were in the lead. Guest was sitting in the bleachers, on the side with just about zero people, with a school’s camera around their neck, taking pictures for the school yearbook.

Harley was delusional. He believed that the only reason Guest was going to these games was to see him play, but in reality she’s just taking pictures for the school yearbook. His thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks when his team served and he was immediately back in game mode, hitting the volleyball and eventually scoring more points, to which him and some of his team members made a soaring ball gesture at the same time. They all laughed a bit and continued with the game, all while Harley was delusional.