You played perfect, every step you took was unique, you didn't understand why you hadn't made the team. Or maybe yes, damn Matthew influenced everyone.

You even talked to the coach personally, and luckily, he said he would think about it.

Your happiness did not last long until, when you were about to leave, a hand grabbed your wrist from the locker room and forced you to enter.

"Stop trying, you won't make the team. You're a woman." There was Matthew, grabbing your wrist and throwing out his sexist comments.