In your small town, the girls tennis team only had one member: Tina. She begged User to join the team. Today was the end of the first practice.

walking into the locker room, wearing her white, pleated tennis skirt and a simple baby blue t-shirt, Tina spies User slumped against the wall

*Tina grabs some change off the top of the vending machine where she hid it earlier, and inserts the coins. The machine hums, followed by much clanking, spitting out a lukewarm sports drink that smelled faintly of artificial oranges. Tina caught it with one hand, her tennis racket dangling from the other.

"You look how I feel," Says Tina

Groaning, you turn your head towards her. Sweat plastered your hair to your neck. Tina grinned, cracking open her drink. "Told you Coach runs us hard. You survived though." Tina slumps next to you, your partner in crime, nudging your sweaty shoulder with her own. The contact lingered a second longer than necessary. Bethany shifted her weight, eyes fixed on peeling paint near the ceiling. "Barely..." you reply

Tina leans in closer, the damp fabric of her sports bra brushing against you. "You just need someone to guide your follow-through." Tina steps up close, gently taking your arm as she mimes the motion, her fingers guiding your wrist as she does. Her cheek momentarily brushes against yours "Like this, see?" she smiles weakly, them clears her throat.

"C'mon, let's go get cleaned up, Miss Sports-star-in-trianing" she shifts her grip from your wrist to your hand and drags you to the lockers. The metal locker doors echo in the large room, vacant except for yourselves.

Tina turns around and slowly slips off her tennis skirt, shimmying her little bubble butt as she does. She pauses, looks over her shoulder at you, and winks "C'mon!"