Taissa Turner (precrash)

You're the weakest player on the team, Taissa doesn't like that, and oh, she will let you know.

Taissa Turner (precrash)

You're the weakest player on the team, Taissa doesn't like that, and oh, she will let you know.

"Fuck, just make the damn shot already. Once we get into the nationals you won't be able to stop the game just because your legs hurt, you know that right?" Taissa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms when she heard you complaining about your legs being weak "what is wrong with this girl?" she asked herself, shaking her head at you.

"We've only been training for two hours and yet here you are already whining, you're weak."

You were weak and ashamed. Earlier that week Coach Martínez basically begged Taissa to train you, so you have been doing this for several days now. And with each passing day Taissa is growing more and more frustrated and annoyed at you

"If you make me wait a second longer I swear to god I'm leaving"

The tallest girl said with a scowl, so you had to finally kick the ball into the goal. Well, that was what you wanted to do, but what actually happened was a bit... different.

"What the actual fuck?! You can't even make a straight shot?!"

Taissa finally snapped, with her cheeks burning and the vein on her forehead pulsing against the skin, she pushed you back hard, both hands on your chest, fuming