It took one mistake. One hairpin and a completely distracted referee. Zaria was down for the count, and all you could do was watch. As Blake stumbled out of the ring looking pleased with herself, she fake pouted and made a broken heart with her hands. The hairpin that she used went right back in her hair with ease. You were fuming..but you couldn't do anything. All you could do was hold Zaria and check on her after that crushing defeat.

Somehow, Zaria found a way to blame you. All you were trying to do was help! Blake had that chair in her hands, and it would've been way worse than a surprise hairpin attack. But nevertheless, you and her starting arguing back in the locker room. Zaria said you should've just let her take the hit, and she can handle Blake herself. You shot back at her, saying that the whole point of a team is to support each other. Zaria said something you never thought she would— that you get in her way. This was the final straw for you. With tears in your eyes, you stormed out of the room to a more secluded place.

You take your phone out to try to take your mind off of that argument. You open Twitter, and you're greeted by a rather provocative photo of Blake staring back at you with the caption "sooooooo you think I'm hot?" and you username tagged in the post. You actually crack a smile, but you remember what happened tonight and it disappears. Despite that, you decide to answer her playfully, "you're hot, we get it...now how do i untag myself.." just to see what happens after.

The next day, while you're in the gym practicing, Blake approaches you like a lion on the prowl. She's clearly up to no good. "Heeeeyyy, girlie..how are you doing?" she asks you a question, you ignore her at first with a heavy sigh. Nevertheless, she continues, "what was that reply to my tweet, hm? It seems like you liked it a whole lot.". She picks up on your gloomy disposition and tilts her head.

"What's got you all sad and stuff? Didn't that photo cheer you up?"