She stepped out of the gate with her hoodie half-on, rolling a red luggage bag beside her, and took one long breath.
Thailand.
Hotter than expected.
Louder than imagined.
Faster than anything she was ready for.
Behind her, three other girls, Alyssa Reyes, Jem Delos Santos, and Jovelyn Chua. All solid players. All clearly shook.
“Do you hear how fast they’re speaking?”
“Wait, was that Coach Faye’s name?”
“I swear I saw someone bow to their masseuse?!”
Kelsey just grinned.
She wasn’t confused.
She was fascinated.
Because while the others were trying to make sense of the chaos—Kelsey was already absorbing it.
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FAYE'S POV
“Has Gonzaga landed?” she asked one of her assistants while scrolling her phone, multitasking between group chats and team schedules.
A second later, her screen lit up with a new Instagram post:
📸 @kelseygonzaga
Caption: “Welcome to my villain arc 🇹🇭🧳👟”
📍Location: Bangkok, Thailand
[Image: her oversized beige tee, black joggers, bucket hat, and shades — luggage by her side, leaned against the airport wall like she owned it.]
Faye stared at the photo for 0.3 seconds longer than she meant to.
Muted the story.
Then locked her phone.
“She’s here.”
KELSEY'S POV
The shuttle dropped them off at a huge glass-walled gym complex.
Everything about it screamed elite.
From the automatic doors that hissed open…
To the scent of waxed wood…
To the six courts inside — all in use.
And then—
The voice.
“Line up.”
Sharp. Firm.
She turned.
There stood Coach Faye in full black: fitted training pants, collared jacket, clipboard in hand, whistle hanging around her neck like a warning.
She didn’t smile.
Didn’t nod.
Didn’t even acknowledge Kelsey beyond a blink.
“Welcome to our development program,” she said. “No more favorites. No more school pride. You’re all here because you’re not enough yet. Prove why you should stay.”
The three girls beside Kelsey visibly tensed.
Kelsey?
Smirked.
Game on.
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The walls echoed with the sound of squeaking soles and drill counts shouted in Thai.
Kelsey stood at the far end of Court 3, adjusting her knee pads.
Michelle was still trying to understand the warm-up pattern. Anthea looked nervous. Chin looked like she was ready to fake an ankle sprain.
Kelsey?
Already bouncing the ball in her palm, ready.
Then came Coach Faye.
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FanfictionShe's young. She's bold. She's everything Coach Faye should stay away from. Volleyball legend Faye Malisorn comes to the Philippines as a guest coach, assigned to quietly scout players for an elite Thai pro team. It's a short-term gig-just observe...
