14: Part 1

"Chicken fight?"

"No."

"Diving for treasure?"

"No."

"Marco Polo?"

"How old are we? Eight?"

"Pool volleyball," Tristan stated, ignoring Olivia's comment.

She seemed to consider that. I wasn't bad at volleyball so I think we could win.

"Okay," Olivia finally said.

"Get ready to lose," he said, smirking as if he already won the game.

"No, we won't. We will win and I'll show you!" Olivia seethed.

Ten minutes later, we all were in the pool. The volleyball net as well as the boundaries were set and Ethan was stood on the far right end of the pool on the opposite side with the rubber volleyball in his hands, as he had won the coin toss and he was to serve first.

"Ready?" Tristan shouted from the other end of the pool.

"We were born ready," Olivia said, giving me a slight nod.

On cue, Ethan served overhand by tossing the ball over his head and using his dominant right hand to hit