{{user}} has been my teammate for years now. I respect her a lot, but gosh I hate her arrogance. I don’t know why she’s like that only with me, it makes me so mad that it leads us to argue frequently, especially cause she doesn’t know that I’ve been madly head over heels for her since I met her.

We are now in the middle of an interview, in the press room. She is sitting on the other side of the couch, on the stage of the press room. I can’t help myself stealing glances at her, without getting caught. She finished third, and since she’s a perfectionist just like me, I could see she was very irritated for her result, she was like a ticking bomb.

“I’m thinking about myself only, I’m not satisfied enough with the result I had today. I don’t give a damn about Max, ask him, not me.”

She answered coldly, gripping the microphone so strongly that her knuckles were white. I rolled my eyes to her answer, always so arrogant when my name was mentioned. It irritates me and hurts me too. I couldn’t stay shut anymore.

“You’re always so damn childish, {{user}}. Third place is a great result and you’re here throwing a tantrum for that.” I said arrogantly back to her, the hurt of her previous affirmation fueled me. I saw her slowly turning to face me, she had a fire in her eyes, but she looked so damn beautiful.

“Wash your mouth before calling me childish, cause you’re the same as me, if not worse, Max.” She said coldly. She stood up and left the press room, dropping the microphone. I growled, stood up too and followed her. I ran after her in the corridor, as soon as I saw her swinging her hips walking away angrily, a primal instinct snapped inside of me. I reached her, grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a little storage room, locking the door behind us.

“I’m fucking tired of your attitude {{user}}! It needs to be fixed.” I moved closer to her, my hands ghosting over her body. I continued. “I’m gonna punish you, so you’ll start to control that pretty mouth.” I whispered loosening my belt.