You check the time in a panic

6:30 pm... you were supposed to meet Chelsea at 6:00. You completely lost track of time. You know you're going to cop it when you open the messages and you almost don't want to but you feel obligated to click.

CA: Hey, I'm here what am I even doing?

CA: So what? You just get me here to see if I'd show up and when I do you just ignore me. Wtf is your deal? Fuck this bullshit I'm leaving

CA: Oh so that's your game? Send your girlfriend to vet me? I dunno what's going on but I'll play, for now.

“What the fuck is this? MY Girlfriend!? What the fuck is even going on here?” You stare at the phone as you walk, confused... frustrated... exhausted... annoyed...

You aren't even sure what to feel, how did this even happen? Was Scarlett still in your room from this morning? How the fuck does a conversation between the two of them even result in this.

You could sit here and be confused or you could call her, so you take out your phone.

“Hey, I thought you might call.” She has a flirty edge to her answer which is not what you expected.

“Uhh yeah um I think, ahh you might have, well I-” You stop yourself before you completely lose your ability to talk.

This was actually a lot harder to bring up than you thought.

“I'm guessing you want to ask me about a certain girl I saw tonight, not that long ago really.” She's definitely not mad about it so that's good but you didn't expect the flirty tone to her voice to stay around this long either.

“Yeahhhhh about her... Umm I was going to tell you but I like- You know I-” your frustration continues to grow as you just can't find a delicate way of putting this.

“Mmm” you hear Scarlett's minimal encouraging sounds come down the phone pressing you to continue despite your floundering

“Okay well, you know how we talked about that stuff the other night me dominating other girls. She's someone I absolutely want to break. Just grab her by the hair and **** her to eat my pussy, then bend her over a table and blow her back out. Fuck her so hard she can't remember her name.”

“Oh my,” she comments but you press on anyway.

“The problem is this bitch wants that too and thinks that she can tease me and I'll do it. But she's fucking wrong so all I've done is frustrate and do things to show her she's not in control. She will be fucked when I want it not when she does.” You stop yourself or you'll get on a bit of a rant and you know it's probably not the topic you want to rant about to your girlfriend.

Scarlett continues to surprise you as you hear her stifle a giggle “Haha really she's the one from the stories?”

You've been a little confused the entire time she's not acted in any way like you expected something's up and it was time to be direct. “Hang on, I've just told you how I'm going to fuck another girl and you giggled. I know you spoke to her, what's going on?”

“Well, as you know I spent pretty much all day in bed, your bed to be precise, actually taking a day off has been amazing I've gotten to just chill out and get some of my stuff together all without even getting out of bed.”

She continues “Annnyyyyway I hear a knock at the door and I was gonna ignore it but then they knocked again and they sounded mad so I peeked through the little hole in the door and I saw one of the only girls in the place who might actually be shorter than me. So I opened the door and she was so confused haha.”

You know she's deliberately drawing things out and you're already annoyed mood is not helping right now.

“And like yeah, she was really confused and I put it down to my great conversational skills but she was pretty forthcoming and wow it was like the poor girl just wanted to talk 'cause you were every bit as mean as you said you were. I didn't even realise she was the girl you did that stuff to but wow you've been a mean girl.”

You aren't sure how to respond so you just stay quiet, letting her finish.

“And yeah bit of a chat then she went home,” She just trails off.

“And she just went home...”

“Yeah, just like that, we may have had a quick chat before she left but nothing of note really.” You can hear in her voice she's about to go full brat and you know she's gonna milk this situation for all she can.

You decide to just be straight up. “Scar, it's been a long day, I'm exhausted and I'm like this close to losing it, please don't do this.”

“Oh no you've had a long day and you're tired that's really tough. My pussy's been in agony all day and not in a good way either. We have a chat about other girls but I never expected that I'd be expected to manage your side hoes.” You are struck by how quickly her voice changed from flirty to annoyed.

“Scar that's not-” you don't even to get finish your thought.

“Not even a heads up from you, not real impressed gotta be honest. Lucky for you I'm the best girlfriend you'll ever have, I'll let you thank me for that later. But instead of being pissy about the situation why don't you clear your calendar Friday night and start thinking about how you're going to thank me.”

“I didnt me- I ju-” She's clearly not interested and keeps going.

“Anyway I'm really tired so I'm gonna head to bed and see you tomorrow for training. Goodnight Mwah.”

“G-” *Beep* *Beep*

She hangs up.

That went nothing like what you wanted it to. And you couldn't even blame her, you'd been so frustrated all day that you really didn't stop and think about the conversation beforehand. Looking back on it while she seemed annoyed at the end of the phone call she started the call all flirty so what happened?

You grab your stuff from your room and have a shower, hoping a shower will chill you out a little bit and allow you to think because at the moment you were a ball of anger and frustration.

It's useless, your brain isn't functioning you get changed in Pyjamas and fall into bed.

BRRRRIIINNNNNNGGGGG

Like no time had passed, your alarm blares and you wake up. Absolutely starving since you didn't eat anything last night. You make yourself some toast and you walk down to the courts.

You walk fast enough to avoid lateness and thankfully everyone else does with all of you seeming to arrive at the same time.

You avoid eye contact with Scarlett as you start the warm-up, choosing to hit up with Bec instead. Immediately you regret it as Bec has still got a stick up her ass. Within no time at all the pair of you have quickly decided to forgo the warm-up and are trying to hit each other off the court.

After your average performance last time you were on court you are pleasantly surprised that you're keeping up and not just that, coming out on top in more rallies than you would have even before you became bigger, stronger and more out of sync with your own body. You were getting fired up and Bec was getting angry.

Sam seeming to notice this looks to change things up a bit. Okay, guys last session before exam week we might do some doubles. Jump in your teams and let's play a set.

At this point, you were too fired up to even remember things were still a bit weird with Scarlett.

You walk over to her and you feel a little awkward until you notice how Scarlett is walking.

“Pfft... Haha,” She gives you a 'don't even start' look and you stop.

“Okay, I'm sorry I really shouldn't laugh. But it is a little funny.”

“I've been getting hit off the court by Flick all fucking morning just cause I can't fucking move and I swear everyone knows exactly why.” She is clearly unhappy so not poking the bear is a good idea right now.

“No more running since it's doubles and so let's put the conversation we need to have to the side and beat them.”

“Done.”

Fired up the pair of you start strong, you break flick first game as clearly the pair of them have decided to try to exploit Scarlett's movement issues. Since you were aware of this you are able to cover her easily moving up to any drop shots they try to push.

Despite her sore pussy Scarlett still manages to serve well giving you the first two points of the game quickly. At 30-0 Scarlett hits a big serve down the tee and Flick barely gets a racket on it, as a result, the ball floats gently over the net and gives you an easy put-away.

It's an easy backhand volley put away but this morning you woke up and chose ****. Instead of an easy punch you pull your racket back for a drive volley. You line it up,and halfway into your set up Bec notices what's happening, she turns and starts to move. But it's too little too late you swing through and line her up, fortunately, she turned as your ball makes solid contact right in the middle of her ass cheek.

For a moment you're very happy with the result but then you realise you might have just pushed things a little too far.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU BITCH!? YOU HAD THE WHOLE FUCKING COURT!” She is clearly not happy about this.

“Calm down it was o-” Upon reflection telling an angry woman to calm down is no more effective if you yourself are a woman.

“NO FUCK YOU YOU ROIDED OUT BITCH, I'M FUCKING DONE!”

“Fuck off you stuck up-”

“Ladies, Ladies what happened?” Sam jogs onto the court after finishing up whatever phone call he was on from the side of the court.

“I'm done, training's fucking done. Fuck this shit.”Bec storms past the confused man.

“Whoa Bec let's just hang on a second, let's just have a chat.”He does his best to try to resolve the situation peacefully.

Bec barely acknowledges him as she walks past him and picks up her bag “Nope, fuck this shit.” then leaves not even bothering to shower.

Sam stands there confused then looks to you for some idea of what happened.

“Uhh I'm not sure what I just saw but I think we are probably done for today, sorry guys.” Flick also makes to leave.

“Sorry Scarlett can I have a chat with Isabella for a second?” Sam is clearly out of his depth here and looks like he had no idea that he would actually be signing up for this.

“Sure,” Scarlett says as she too grabs her stuff to go and shower.

Sam waits for a minute before asking “What the fuck just happened.”

You regale him with the tale of how you saw an easy winner, lined her up and absolutely pumped her watching him cringe as you explain the nice sound the ball made as it hit her straight in the ass.

“Okay so it sounds like you might have started this whole thing?” He looks at you a little accusingly.

You can feel yourself getting angry at the insinuation and you make your feelings clear. “Uhhh no bitch has been running her fucking mouth about how I'm on roids.”

He gives you a look but you keep going. “No I'm fucking not, I'm here to play tennis, I've been all sorts of nice so far and things were fine. Then she gets threatened at the gym and suddenly she's all up herself. I don't even understand what the fuck her problem is, none of this affects her!?”

“Look I get where you're coming from but she's just under a lot of stress right now, it's exams and her final year an-”

You cut his crap off right there. “Nope fuck that shit, I'm here too it's my exams as well,. She's just a crazy bitch.”

“Issy...” You can feel yourself firing up at Sam for the first time in ages and not even cause he's done anything wrong just cause he's being a little bitch.

“No, she fucking is, I know you're her boyfriend or whatever you guys are calling it but Sam, you're dating a crazy fucking bitch and if you don't put her in her place she's going to absolutely ruin you.”

“But its no-”

You really can't listen to his simpering anymore. “Stop making fucking excuses! Sam grab her by the hair and fuck her in the ass. Man the fuck up or you will be dealing with two crazy bitches in the team and I promise you I will be a lot worse.”

A/note: Struggling to get consistent chapters out cause of personal life :( Next Chapter we will see a little more action, Issy's rage has been building for long enough.