You of course.

The volleyball floats as if in slow motion. You jump up and spike the ball down. Erin dives to try and rescue it, but her effort is in vain. Game over.

You high five the girls on your team, before walking over to Erin.

"Well, I guess we lost. So just let us know when you want us to come over tonight," Erin says, a sad, defeated look on her face.

"I think around 9pm should work. Be at my room then," you say. Erin responds with a nod.

You hear your gym teacher blow the whistle. "Alright kids, class is over. Go and get changed and don't be late to your next class."