I'm sorry for being late once again. I'm such a mess.
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With a loud smack, the ball touched the palm of no other than Karlie Kloss's right hand. It flew quickly over the net, diagonally, in an almost straight line and passed the arms of another girl only to touch the ground, made out of linoleum, roughly at the same time as Karlie Klosses feet did. Shortly after, the side with students from Taylor school broke into loud cheering and clapping, happy over the point, which the model had just sucessfully earned.
They were currently watching a volleyballmatch which took place at their school, they were playing against some other school. To be honest, Taylor had already forgotten its name, but it wasn't important anyways. They were losing, that's all that was important to Taylor. And one of the reasons they were loosing was currently high-fiving her teammates. This wasn't the first ball which Karlie Kloss had sucessfully smashed against the wooden floors, earning a point for her team.
Her unusual height gave her an undeniable advantage, yet it wasn't all of the reasons she was so good. She had a breathtaking technique and a rapid reaction time, that had saved one or two points already. Probably even more, Taylor wasn't good at counting points. Something the American also managed to do were a few of those weird serves, that caused the ball to fly in an unusual curve, Taylor couldn't remember the name of. It was something with an F. Fly serve? No, something else. Anyways, according to Zayn, those were extremely hard to master and even professionals often would fail at them. Especially under the pressure of a match.
Taylor was currently sitting on Caras left, who was sitting on Jourdans left, who was sitting on Gigis left, who was sitting on her boyfriends - Zayns- left. In other words, they were sitting in a line. Since Zayn was a part of the male volleyballteam, he knew exactly what happened when it happened, which helped the newest girl understand what was actually going on there. During a break, he had also tried to explain to Taylor how each of them had specific positons, while they were still rotating after....something special occured. But Taylor hadn't really understood when they even rotated, not to mention how their running made any sense. It just seemed like complete chaos to her. At first they were standing weirdly, some directly next to others and then suddenly they would start running in messy lines over the field only to be at completely new positions. Why couldn't they simply stay at wherever they left? The running only made it more complicated. In Taylor's eyes, this made no sense.
What she did know, though, was that Karlie Kloss was amazing at spiking and awesome at blocking, not to mention, that she somehow managed to remain graceful while playing. Taylor deeply wished, she would have brought a camera along, so that she could take some decent photographs of Karlie Kloss and her shiny abs, while in action. It proved that Cara had definitely been right, back when she had stated that Taylor would enjoy to come along. Because the girl definitely did. It was better than every sports game she had ever watched at her old school. Which not only had to do something with a certain model, but also with the fact that volleyball was a lot more faster and spectacular than basketball would ever be.
The blonde got pulled out of her thoughts, when suddenly loud cheers filled the gym. Right at this moment, Karlie Kloss had blocked a really well hit ball from the opposite team, earning her clapping from the viewers. "YOU GO GIRL!", Cara yelled, her hands wrapped around her mouth, like that would make it any louder. "She is amazing isn't she?", the Brit than asked Taylor, now in an a lot more quiet tone, still yelling though to overshadow the background noise.
"Undeniably.", Taylor agreed, while Karlie once again high-fived all of her teammates
Cara shook her head, covering her face with her hands. "Oh my god, the hearteyes.", she complained, faking the urge to vomit.
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The second Kloss-sister
FanfictionFive letters, four sisters, one rule: Don't mess with them.