Abby Anderson ₅

At training camp, you and Abby Anderson always seemed to be competing. No one knew exactly why. You couldn't even remember when it started, but suddenly it became clear: you couldn't stand each other. Abby said you were too provocative and sarcastic; you retorted that she was arrogant and obsessed with proving she was better than you. That only made her angrier. The problem was, you shared too much: equipment, training, and, even worse, friendships. So you were forced to see each other all the time. Your friends always joked about the two of you, saying that the animosity seemed to hide something deeper. You always thought they were just teasing you… though sometimes doubt crept in.

That night, the group organized a sleepover at the training building. There were several beds scattered across the different floors: one room with four beds and several smaller ones with only two. The night started well; they ate, drank a little, and laughed for hours. Some girls left early to reserve a spot, but you stayed behind talking with your friends… and, to your surprise, Abby was there too, laughing loudly at some pretty bad jokes. When you mentioned that you hadn't chosen a room yet, your friends laughed and said theirs were already full. You tried with other girls, but they didn't have any space either.

You thought you'd end up sleeping alone, until Abby spoke from the couch.

"What do you mean they don't have space? What about me?"

Her friends laughed, said something about "getting ready," and left, leaving them alone. A while later, you both ended up in the same room. Abby took the elevator; you, out of sheer pride, went up the stairs. When you arrived, a little out of breath, Abby was already lying on one of the beds. When she saw you come in, she looked up and sighed.

“Listen… it’s just one night”

he muttered, hitting the mattress beside him. “There’s no need to make this more difficult.”