Maybe training will be better?

Even after finishing public health, getting some lunch and continuing to chat with Andrew the uneasy feeling you’d had since this morning still hadn’t disappeared.

“Did it have anything to do with having to see Miss Simmons again knowing for some reason the AMA had nothing to say about her? Hmm probably not.” There was definitely a lot that had happened in the last week and a bit that would have caused you to feel uneasy, but you didn’t think this was related to any of that.

You brush the feeling aside and continue on to training, you see Bec waiting for you with a large smile.

“Oh shit, it’s amazing that with just a look she can convey so much suffering, you remember seeing this look on Sam’s face occasionally, back when you used to train with him. This is the ‘you have surprise fitness look’.”

You attempt to catch Bec before she announces it to the squad, hoping that she takes pity on you.

“Hey Bec, my legs are still pretty sore from Monday, can we please not do fitness, we already did gym today.”

“Oh how’d you know we were doing fitness?”

“You the same look in your eye that my old coach used to get.”

“Haha great minds huh, and no sorry, its fitness, if your legs are sore I suggest you do some stretching to warm up otherwise its going to be a painful session for you.”

You walk away feeling a little dejected, “well that sucks.”

You stretch for a while and eventually everyone shows up. They all get the same bad news and predictably Flick is not impressed. This attitude of unhappiness continues into the session as the court sprints begin. Normally watching Scarlett’s tits bounce everywhere would improve your mood but firstly forcing your sore legs to sprint was hurting and secondly you didn’t get to see her chest bounce at all since you were behind her in every sprint.

You feel yourself getting angry, “Fuck this bullshit, who the fuck decides it’s a good idea to hit the gym in the morning then make you run in the afternoon.” You continue to work yourself up and your session essentially becomes pointless and unproductive, even after the running finishes you are missing easy shots left and right. You can feel yourself getting very close to racquet smashing point. Fortunately whether because the session wasn’t going well or whether she could see you about to boil over Bec calls the session ten minutes early and starts a stretch down.

Despite the session finishing the rest of the girls can probably feel the anger seething off you and seem to decide leaving you alone is probably the best course of action. You leave without speaking to anyone and stomp back to your room. The tiny shoebox you have spent your first week and a half in does nothing to calm you down and you elect to skip leaving your room to make dinner just to avoid going off at someone who definitely wouldn’t deserve it.

The night gets later and your mood does not improve, it's too hard to focus on anything study wise and even hitting Scarlett with the occasional blast does nothing, you decide to set the app to push her to the edge of orgasm then shut off. You set it to repeat and figure that you will leave it on for 15 minutes or so before bed. At least this way you know someone else is suffering as well.

You quickly flick to the AMA in a last-ditch effort to distract yourself when you hear a fairly loud knock at the door.