The sound of smacking rubber bounced off the gym walls as the girls continued their game. There was the occasional squeal from being hit by Kia, the squeaking of tennis shoes against the polished wood floor, and a cheer or boo from either side. The sporty brunette, along with two on her side and three on the opposite, remained on the court unscathed. But the girls would turn to see a boy approach. A couple of girls giggled and squealed amongst themselves as Kia took a glimpse. For once, a familiar face! Kia wasn't expecting Aaron, the football quarterback, to be here. Before she could say anything, the boy had walked off to talk to a demoness cheerleader. Shrugging to herself, she would resume the game. "Losers have to serve the winners for the rest of the day!"