"That's right. And how long have you cared about one Ethan Johnson?"
"Alright, I see your point. I'm good." She looked like she didn't believe me, which was probably fair, but I forced myself to concentrate as I went out to warm up for my singles. The girl I was facing was a lefty, which meant everything changed. Shots to a normal player's backhand were to her forehand, and vice versa. Her serve would spin differently, and her angles would not be what I was used to. I spent the warm up recalculating everything in my head and planning what I wanted to do. It was the perfect distraction.
I won the toss and elected to serve, bouncing the ball between the court and my racquet as I walked back to the baseline. I looked down at the 'G' on my top, the red skirt swirling around my legs. I was a
