“Hey Issy, do I really smell?”

You turn to the sad looking girl who is normally your rival, (and crush but she doesn’t need to know that). “Maybe a little…”

“Oh… I didn’t know,” her already pink face turns a deeper shade of red as she stares at the ground, “well the belt sorta got stuck on last night…” she trails off.

“Holy shit, she doesn’t realise I’ve been controlling it the whole time, I might just get away with this.” You realise, trying not to give yourself away by smiling.

“Oh, what do you mean? Like it got stuck on and you spent all night cumming? That would probably explain the tiredness actually.”

Her face somehow gets even redder and her voice gets smaller. “No, it went on and off for about 2 minutes and once it got me to the edge it turned off for the next 5 minutes and left me there.”

“Oh wow that s-”

“It started around 9:00pm and didn’t stop till 2:30am, then it just fucking turned off.”

You channel every single bit of acting ability you have to say. “That’s weird, do you reckon it broke?”

“I fucking hope so cause even after it stopped I couldn’t calm down, the last time I looked at the clock it said 6:00am then suddenly I look again and its 7:40 and I'm throwing on random clothes and trying to sprint down to the courts, and of course I'm late by two fucking minutes. Then its runs around the hilliest track in history. Fuck I nearly died. I’m not even asthmatic I'm just tried and fucking hungry.”

“Ah perfect an opportunity to change the topic,” you think. “So, you’re still starving yourself on your salad diet? Scar, come on girl you look sensational don’t do that to yourself. You are just gonna end up like this more often and make yourself sad when you stay at number 3 all season.”

You see her smile for a second, “The next time we play, I will beat you and you will suffer. Starving or not I will win and when I do you'll wish I made you wear the cowboy boots.” She says ditching the smile and staring at you with absolute seriousness.

You can’t help but crack a smile at that. “Oh you thought this belt was bad wait till you see what happens if you lose to me again.” Your smile gets wider and her serious look cracks as the corner of lip starts to rise.

“Please, nothing could be worse than last nigh- Woah,” you quickly reach out and grab her and her legs seem to go from under her. You catch her, bringing banter/flirting between you two to an end.

“Shit, thanks, my legs just went, lucky we are at my building, I should be right from here. Thanks for your help.”

You notice it’s the same building as yours she must be on a different floor, strange you’ve never seen her though. “Uhhh not a chance I'm taking you all the way up to your room and tucking you into bed. Since you nearly ate shit just then this isn’t negotiable.” You say with a big smile.

She huffs but ultimately accepts it, you think you almost saw a smile in there as well. You follow her to the top floor on the building. You note there are less rooms on this level. She opens her door and her room is a mess. You can’t help but chuckle a little.

“Oi shut up, its normally clean, but last night I sorta went crazy, as I said.”

“Wow you even have benches and a small oven,” you spend a little bit of time looking around her room, which feels a lot bigger than your shoebox when you hear a thump sound. You turn, still fully dressed Scarlett has passed out and collapsed onto her bed.

“Oh you poor thing, but I still have plans today, by the end of it you are going to love me…. I think?”