You make it on the buzzer

“Wow right on the buzzer and puffing already, looks like you are ready for 10 laps.” Ms Simmons is looking smug as she informs you of your punishment. Clearly she has already mentioned it to the other girls because Flick and Bec are looking quite grumpy.

“Woah, wait a second I’m on time, even check the clock.” You quickly respond, a little confused.

“You might be, but she isn’t.”

You see your manager pointing at Scarlett half jogging, half running down the hill. Instead of her normal tennis bag, she’s just got a racquet and a tote bag, her hair’s a mess and she gets closer you can see her tits are bouncing around a lot more than normal, she’s probably only wearing one bra. She finally arrives, completely out of breath and the bags under her eyes are obvious.

“I’m *huff* really sorry, *puff* it’s been a terrible *cough* night, I just couldn’t sleep” Scarlett manages to get out in between a series of coughs and wheezes.

“I’m disappointed in your lack of dedication to the team Scarlett, the rest of the girls were here on time but because of your inability to wake up on time they will be joining you for 10 laps. Maybe this experience will help you learn to prioritise in future.” Ms Simmons words cut the poor tired girl deeply and you see genuine sadness on her face.

The cruel manager is quite done yet, She proposes a slight change to the route, instead of the normal around the courts and the oval its up and down hills past some of the buildings. Still only 400 metres a lap but so much worse. Flick groans loudly making it very clear she isn’t happy as you all start the run.

The run isn’t comfortable but 8 laps in you are feeling pretty good, you are keeping up with Bec and Flick pretty well and haven’t started to feel tired at all, unfortunately the same cannot be said for Scarlett who is really struggling at this stage she is a lap behind and looking like falling further as she slows to walk. You stop and jog back to her, she looks awful, she’s covered in sweat her hair is somehow more of a mess since you saw her come down and as you get close to her you are hit with the strange smell.

“Oh you poor girl you look and smell like someone who has been edged all night. I actually feel terrible.” You think as she notices you walking back to her.

“I’m fine *cough* just leave me, just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and I'm struggling a bit *huff*.”

“Girl, you look like **** and I'm pretty sure if you do one more lap you are going to have an asthma attack. Come on we are nearly back at the start, you are going back to your dorm to get some sleep and I am going to make sure you go.”

“No, please they will hate me if I make them do this and then quit halfway through.”

“They will probably hate you more if you die and they are **** to pick up one of those useless bitches we beat in trials.”

“They were awf-” She is cut off and she erupts into a coughing fit which turns out to be extremely well timed as Flick and Bec happen to be approaching the pair of you. Scarlett continues to cough.

“Guys she is not in any condition to be running this morning I’m going to take her back to her dorm.”

“So you come, late then you want to skip out on the punishment? Not impressed.” Bec is clearly unhappy.

“Just look at her, its preseason, killing your team members wont help you get out of the wooden spoon spot. Also we will do 20 laps on Saturday morning, just to make up for it.”

“Bitch wh- mmmmmm” Scarlett attempts to speak but is muzzled by your hand.

“Shut up, you need this.” Her shoulders slump in defeat as she acknowledges that you are right.

“I will be here at 8:00am Saturday morning and I will watch you do every single lap. Now you guys are holding us up, take her to back to her room, oh, and while you're there have a shower, you smell awful.”