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"Alright, tiebreaker, first to seven! Whichever team loses this round has to pay up!" She balanced the worn volleyball between her forearm and hip and smiled wickedly as she spoke. Her two teammates nodded, eyes glittering with anticipation and slight anxiety. "And this round we all get to use our powers! None of this 'holding back' shit!" Mary Jo glared hard at Ivan, his silver eyes, filled with bright morning sunshine, meeting her own hazel ones. "Why should we play normally? We all have powers here!" She spat as she kicked one of her bare feet onto the sand. 

"Why? So Leonel and his bitch ass can throw sand at us?" Leanne had a blonde eyebrow raised and her arms crossed over her breast. The tank top and short shorts she was wearing was doing a poor job of covering her up, something one of the boys on her team had noticed and taken a liken to. Ivan had noticed, of course, but unlike Carter, wasn't openly drooling. "Yeah, I don't think so!" 

"The issue isn't Leo, it's Mary Jo. What if you hit the ball too hard and break it? Do you really think Les is going to want to get in trouble because you can't win without using your powers?" Ivan interjected, holding up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Mary just laughed. 

"At least you know what I can do! Yours is so gay you won't even tell us what it is!" Ivan huffed out in frustration, averting his eyes to the sand. "Are you scared that without mommy and daddy to protect your you lil trust fund ass is gonna get-"

"Hey, you need to stop-" Leanne interrupted, balling up her fists as lightning crackled, jumping between her knuckles. 

"Whatever! I'll play your game. I could beat you with or without any powers." Ivan suddenly said, getting mild snickers in response. "But remember, whoever loses has to tell all of us something they wish no one knew!" He then smirked as he tugged his hoodie sleeves as high up as they would go. 

"Can't I just buy y'all a bottle of pop or somethin'?" Les asked, as his team was preparing to serve the ball. They laughed, and Mary Jo hit the ball up as Leonel jumped up and slammed it with all of his might. The sound reverberated across the courts as the other three prepared to retaliate. Since it was three on three, they were all fairly spread out. None of them were telekinetic or could teleport, nor did any of them have superior strength or speed. Ivan saw it coming into his area and hopped up to smack it over to Carter. He missed. A few blunders later including the sand tightening around their feet (courtesy of Leo, of course), and it was team Mary Jo in the lead 4-0. "What happened to all your trash talk, Ivan?" Mary smirked as she set up the serve again. "Get ready to tell all of us how you lost your virginity to some- HEY!" A streak of lighting grazed her cheek, leaving some black ash on her cheek but not touching an inch of her peach fuzz. 

"Ivan, it's cool if you want to play without your powers, but Mary Jo is way too annoying for me not to fry 'er up." Leanne nearly sang in excitement as lightning danced around one arm. He could only nod and stare at Mary Jo as she clenched a fist, her hands losing feeling as she turned them hard as stone. With a shout, she struck the ball herself, the volleyball moving much faster than Leo could have managed. Moving quickly, Carter quickly hit it up, giving Leanne the opportunity to tap it into one of their corners. Seeing Leo squeezing his hands, Carter suddenly had an idea and shouted it to his teammates. The other team couldn't hear anything over the crackling lightning, and Leanne hit it over. It was returned, and Leo concentrated. 

Feeling the sand increase its hold around her foot, Leanne nodded to Ivan, who rolled his eyes, clearly not up for whatever his friends were planning. Then, suddenly, he stuck his tongue out at the boy who held their feet tight to the sand, and popped his tumble against his mouth. Leanne's lightning calmed down so that his voice would be able to carry. "Hey! Leo..." He squeezed his eyes shut before sticking his hands in his hoodie pocket and taking a deep breath. "I didn't know you were so into bondage! It's kinda... cute! You could have just said so!" Grateful he couldn't blush, Ivan instead let out a few chuckles as everyone else burst in laughter, the other distracted -appalled- enough to loosen his hold. That was all they needed. Quickly, Carter passed it to Leanne, who spiked the ball right at Mary Jo. She faced it head on- and it missed. "Ha! Now it's Mary Jo four, Leanne one!"

The game continued. Leanne fired the occasional lightning bolt at the enemy's side of the court, telling Ivan how when sand was overheated, it turned to glass. It certainly made them wary of where they stepped. He had suggested she turn their side to glass so Leo couldn't mess with them, but she shook her head. "Yeah, I'm not jumping up and down on shards of glass. 'Sides, Leo don't wanna touch you at all, even with the sand." A few more points, and it was Leanne 6, Mary Jo 5. Calling her group into a huddle, Mary Jo quickly made her plan clear. 

"Alright, Leo, you're gonna whip up a sandstorm. Think you can manage?" He nodded, scratching brown-blonde hair and looking down at the smaller but much more imposing young woman. 

"I mean I guess for a little while. If Ivan pulls some shit again, though, I'm gonna top everything and bury him six feet under!" 

"Les, you're going to get the ball-"

"But Mary, you told me not to get the ball." She sighed, and rubbed her temple. 

"You're going to put some of your sticky- whatever comes out of your mouth, and you're going to put it on your hands. When we pass the ball to you, you gotta coat it in the stuff and hurl it back. Ivan and Leanne won't touch something if its's sticky, and Carter sucks almost as much as Ivan does. Just pass it back to us and I'll knock Ivan square on his ass with it." 

Meanwhile, Leanne and Carter were still laughing at Ivan. "Man, I didn't think you would actually do it!" Carter said between bouts of laughter. Ivan merely shrugged. 

"It's not that bad. I've done worse." Leanne cocked an eyebrow. 

"Oh? I might just lose on purpose so that you'll tell us all about it," She rolled her eyes and smiled at Ivan's horrified face, "Might. I would've done it if Mary Jo wasn't being so stupid today. God, she's so moody. I don't care how strong she is, I'd never pick her on my team." 

"Alright! We're ready!" Leo shouted at the group, who returned to their positions. Ivan spun it around in his hands as he prepared to serve. Striking it over the net in a clean arc, he watched it intently and crouched as he prepared for whatever they were planning on when he felt something in his eye. Shouting aloud in pain, Leanne suddenly screamed in anger at Leo. 

"You're a dick!" Her eyes were watering, but she could make out the silhouettes of her opponents as Les passed the ball to a short figure. Reasoning that the other must be Leo, she shouted as she blindly shot a streak of lightning in the other camper's direction. As the lightning bolt hit under his feet, Leo was prepared and quickly backed up, and was ready for Les to pass the ball. Carter, located farther away from the worst of the storm, was able to catch Les coat the ball in his signature sticky spit. Making a face of disgust, he realized that it must have been Mary's idea. Bitch. It was time for him to use his power. 

"Leo! Pass it back to Les so he can spike it!" Mary Jo yelled, and Leo quickly complied, hitting it softly in a neat arc. 

"Wait, Leo, he's-" Mary was too late, as Carter laughed victoriously, the ball hitting the ground as Les was more than unprepared for it. The sand settled down. She was red in the face, and opened her mouth to shout. 

"If it wasn't for all your bitching, I wouldn't have been able to mimic your voice so well." He taunted, raising the net to reuince the two groups once more. Leanne arrived shortly after. "Alright, Mary, you first." 

She sighed in defeat. If nothing else, she did keep her end of the wager. "Okay... I... I like kids cartoons." Leanne shrugged. 

"So? I do too. Don't try to play it off." 

"No, I like... I like..." She slapped a hand over her eyes in shame. "I watch Madame Muffin's Pretty Parlor, alright?!" At that, everyone laughed. "You go, Les."

"Well, see, I got this website and I got a lot of pictures of-" 

"Ivan, what's up?" Leanne interrupted, noticing her friend with one hand on his knees as he crouched and the other covering his eyes. His teeth were grinding in pain. The other five ran over. "It was your sandstorm, douchebag!" She said, going on her tiptoes to smack Leo on the head. 

"Well, sand comes out. Our eyes water when stuff gets into it. It's not gonna kill him, even if I wanted it to." He grumbled, still obviously unamused. 

"It's whatever. I just need to wash them out." He said, brushing the spare sand out of his dark hair with his other hand. 

"Open your eyes," Mary told him, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

"Oh, so you're gonna be racist now, huh?" He lightly chuckled. 

"That's not what I meant and you know it. Now move your hand before I move it for ya." 

He slowly removed his hand, but kept his eyes shut tight. "Ivan, open up." Leanne edged, and he shook his head. 

"Nah, I just need to clean em."

"We're gonna go... put the ball back." Carter suddenly piped as he and the other boys walked away. 

Mary smacked his hands away and gently opened his eyes with her finger and thumb. "Eugh! Ivan, this is bad. Your eyes are all red. You better go to the nurse." He shook his head. 

"Nah, it's not a big deal." She groaned angrily. 

"If this is about you not wanting to let us know about your power, then fine. But you're going to the nurse, with or without us." 

"And you're blinded." Leanne added. Ivan squeezed his tongue with his teeth. Well, fuck.
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