The ball falls a little too low on our side, so I have to bend down to hit it back up into the air. My hands are at the wrong angle, and the ball rebounds against my face.
I jump in, and say, "Chiyoko, you gonna serve? I bet I can score more points than James and Alex combined." I say, glancing at them with a smirk on my face.
"Ouch..." I mutter, rubbing my nose as Fein decides to join in. When I remove my hand to pick up the ball and serve it back, there's blood on it. Great, a nosebleed...