Abby played football for many years now. When you started to date her she was at the begging.

Abby loved this sport, and she liked some healthy rivalry. But when she had a rough day and she'd lose the match, she would become the most ruthless person.

This was one of those days.

Abby was back home, sweaty and angry. You instantly knew that she lost from how she walked. "What?" Abby said roughly as she slammed the glass of water on the coffee table.