And like that its morning

The reality of last night rubs itself in your face almost immediately, you're surprised you actually went to sleep on a scratchy mattress with no sheets, then the smell of the room hits you.

“Ugh the smell of sex,” normally that would cause a smile but just the thought of how last night finished makes you sad.

You roll your way out of bed with a depressed sigh and slowly pull on your clothes. Your pussy is aching, a constant reminder of what happened, not so bad you walk with a limp but just present enough to be annoying. After putting on your clothes you walk down to the court.

When you arrive you see Flick and Bec and Sam is also pacing around, there's still a few minutes before you start but Scarlett hasn't arrived yet.

“Ah good you're here.” Bec calls you over, “So its just the three of us this morning Scarlett sent me a text saying she isn't feeling well, apparently some tummy bug going around the dorms got her. We just have to hope she's better by Saturday...”

Bec continued to talk about something, you didn't catch what she said as your own train of thought was well on its way.“...Stomach ache, really? Your avoiding me now? Fucking hell Scarlett why does this always happen. You get scared and you run, fuck me. You've taken it one step further now, now you've hidden.”

Your internal rant continues for a little while longer when you finally get interrupted by Sam telling you to move over to the next court and practice some point play with Flick. Your run of bad form continues, not bad enough that you lose to Flick but bad enough that she is pushing you a lot harder than she should. After 15 minutes of points Sam walks over.

“Alrighty Flick back onto court 1 now its time for points with Bec.” She heads over and he walks towards you, you know just from the look on his face that he wants to talk and you know he isn't going to let you brush him off. So you give him your best 'please don't do this' look and hope for the best.

You're not surprised to see your look gets you nowhere.

“So what's going on...? You've been playing shit ever since I got here, you lost to the short redhead and if I let you keep going much longer you might actually lose to Flick. Has it been this bad all year or is this a me thing? Cause I-”

“Stop stop, its not a you thing, not at all, I would never have brought your name up if I didn't actually want you to come for that Saturday and if I had a problem with you staying you know I'd have made it clear.”

“That is true, so whats going on and don't even try to say nothing,”

“I've just had a lot on my mind.”

“Yup, I can see that, you always play shit when you have things on your mind, let me guess short redhead have something to do with it?”

“Scarlett you mean? And maybe.”

“Yes Scarlett and the fact that you came to her defence so quickly suggests she's taking up a lot of your mind right now. So what happened.”

“If you think I am going to talk with you about my sex life then you have another thing coming.” You glare, making it clear that you aren't going to say anything on the situation.

“Well I didn't actually mention anything about your sex life so I guess that answers that.” You inwardly kick yourself for letting your bad mood dictate how much information you gave away.

Sam presses on. “Honestly fuck whoever you like, I'm not the police. But what I need is for you to be in form, fuck not even in form I'll just take average cause I know even at average you wouldn't lose a game as number 3 of a uni team. Anyway we have a game on the weekend. I've had a quick look at their team there's no one of any actual repute so I'm confident we will walk it easily but I want my favourite player back at 100% and I need to know what can be done to get you there.”

He's right, you know he's right but it's not quite that easy, you sigh. “Look I've said whatever I needed to say to Scarlett now its on her, lets hope she makes her decision soon. Also, I can fuck whoever I like aye? Well what I decide to move my affections to a certain other member of the team?”

He's good but he's not that good, for a second you see him narrow his eyes before he returns to the cool and calm expression you know him for. “Literally no idea what you're talking about.”

You decide to press a little cause you figure you have nothing to lose and he needs to know you know. “You might be good at hiding things but Bec is terrible, I know she slept at your house earlier this week and literally every time she bends over I catch you looking.”

He shrugs with a smile. “It is a fantastic backside though, you think she goes hard on the court...Well-”

“Oh my god fucking stop, I do not need to picture the pair of you. All I need you to know is that you aren't as subtle as you think and while the rest of the girls are idiots it will get out.”

Your choice of coversation has broken the tension and now you are both smiling. “Hmm, I'll have a chat with her. Anyway you can spend the rest of the lesson clearing your head since I know how much you need to after this conversation and you know the best thing for that...”

“Don't say it, please...”

“Yup, 6 straight baskets of serves. Just breathe, throw the ball up and hit it and while you're there work on that god damn ball toss of yours. I've been telling you to do that for years it telegraphs your serve and you've ignored me so I taught Scarlett how to read it.”

Suddenly a lot of the way your match on Wednesday went made sense. “You asshole why the fuck would you do that!?”

“As I said I've been telling you to work on that for literally two years and you've ignored me so I decided to give you a better reason to work on it. Now you enjoy those serves.” He walks off looking smug.

“Ugh telling Scarlett how to beat me, what a dick move.” You mumble as you walk over to the basket and grab the first two of what would likely be 200 or more serves.

As a matter of fact it is so many that you spend the rest of training on the court alone just serving and while it is boring it actually does help you take your mind off last night, so that's at least positive.