As expected, the game was one sided. But the person they expected to be thrashed was the one who was thrashing the other person.
The score was already 36:0 with 36 being Ivy's score.
Even after running around for a while, there was no sign of tiredness. Her face even seemed to glow as there was a smile on her face. If someone didn't know that Claire is to be a professional player in the near future, they would have thought that Ivy was playing against a complete rookie who's ability was no more than a five year old's.
On the other hand, the dread that previously spread in Claire's heart turned into a terrifying reality for her. Her face was red, either of tiredness or of frustration because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't, for the life of it, snatch the ball from Ivy. Scratch that, she couldn't even protect the ball in her hand well.
Every time she tried to snatch the ball, the ball would be millimeters away from her before Ivy would twirl it away. If this only happened once or twice, Claire would have passed it off as a fluke and wouldn't have cared but no, it happened for the third time, the fourth, the fifth and it kept on happening until she lost count as well as hope.
Even after trying for more than ten minutes, Claire couldn't score a point. Not a single one. Hopelessly, she sat herself on the court and tried to even out her breathing.
''Do you admit defeat? I don't think you have a chance.'' Ivy said as she held the ball inbetween her arm and her waist. Her posture looked laid back yet it had it's own idea of coolness.
Claire looked at the mannequin like figure infront of her. She just couldn't understand. The girl infront of her had a face full of freckles. Her clothes weren't well oriented and her hair messy. The only good thing about her face would be those eyes but even that pair was covered behind a pair old fashioned glasses.
But still, the aura she is giving out right now is that of a confident person. Of someone who is used to countless stares and admirations.
It wasn't just Claire who thought like that. Almost in the hall thought like that.
Wasn't she supposed to be spherophobic?
Isn't this her first time playing?
How could she play like a pro?
Are my eyes playing tricks on me?
''Is it fun bullying a rookie?''