Heather and Abigail

"HEATHER AND ABBY!"

The former quickly paled at the thought of any form of physical altercation, let alone one with Isabel's crony. Abigail on the other hand was giddy at the prospect of fighting the timid girl. Sure, she would have to fight in her underwear, but there was no way in hell she was going to lose to someone like Heather. And hey, if she did a good enough job, she was certainly going to get on Isabel's nice side.

Abigail turned her head towards Heather with a menacing smirk on her face that promised nothing but pain. And butt pain.

"I hope you're ready for this shorty~." Abigail taunted as she cracked her knuckles.

"Uhh, a-actually... I'm not feeling so well right now. Can we just-"

"NO!" Isabel interrupted. "There is no room on this team for the weak willed! Do you want to get kicked off?!"

"Kinda..." Heather muttered quietly.

"Well too bad! If you don't strip down in the next ten seconds, then I'll be **** to enact a punishment. Maybe then you'll learn to not be disobedient."

Heather began to tremble slightly. Surely the punishment couldn't be as bad as having to fight Abigail, could it?