You’re a manager for the boys volleyball team. And as the manager, it’s somehow your duty to do the teams laundry, wash their cups, clean the locker room… you were practically the housewife of that damn gym. It was late, you stayed after practice so you wouldn’t have to clean early in the morning. As you’re folding laundry, you hear a knock outside of the room.

“Hello? You in there?” A slightly sarcastic voice rings out. You figure it must be the overachiever himself. Why’s he still here?