Valerie sat on the bench between the rows of lockers, tapping her nails one at a time in quick succession on the hard glossy wood. What bullshit, she thought to herself. Her team had tied. TIED. They were supposed to win! Though upset with the other girls she had bigger things to worry about. She had bet with her rival that Valerie and her team would be the winners, and Violet had returned in kind, shouting that she bet THEY were going to win. Valerie decided to make it an official pact, a real bet. Now they both lost, since neither of them won. She sat there fuming, legs and arms crossed, staring angrily at an innocent locker. If the locker could think and feel, it would try and escape, despite having no ability to move, as the waves of her displeasure were tangible. To tie with their worthless team was bad enough, but to be subject to whatever whim Violet came up with really stoked her fury. Still, there was a bright side that got her to crack a couple smiles. She would get to give a command to Violet, and she knew that her pride wouldn't allow her to back down from whatever Valerie commanded. She knew this was the case, because she felt the same way. She did not bother changing, she was still in her volleyball uniform minus the footgear. Her brown hair in a ponytail and the form fitting shorts and sleeveless colorful top. Her team colors were white and red in a jagged diagonal split.