Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

That Little Minx

The sound of batting rackets and clicks of tennis balls bouncing off the court floor echoed in the exclusive area as Madison approached the tall fence quickly. She was odd from the rest of the members who bore solid, pastel colors versus her bright green tank top and sleek black shorts with a bright yellow waistband. Her bright eyes spotted Tabitha's bright, white fashionable attire leaping up to smack down an invading tennis ball that almost reached the barrier line but her quick reflexes intercepted it and sent it flying back to an older blond who barely caught it. It rolled away only to be stopped by the chain link fence and return back to the court where the blond picked it up and bounced it off of her pink racket.

"Hello Aubrey," the brunette pitched, her emerald eyes –the ones Tabitha had inherited, among other things –caught Madison's peering face behind the chain links from under the short brimmed visor adorning the crown of her head. Tabitha paid Madison no attention as her eyes stayed attentive to the direction of the tennis ball, leaning forward, anticipating its arrival, and Madison had to bite her tongue to hold back a giggle. Tabitha reminded her too much of a Labrador retriever!

Madison's perfect golden curls bounced over her shoulders until she swept it all back with a swipe from the back of her hand. Her banes were held back by a thin, comb headband that added some volume to the front of her hair. Her face was fresh and untouched by any make-up, clear and soft but much paler compared to Tabitha who –if she wasn't sweaty profusely and red with exhaustion –would be as golden as Madison's tainted strands. Tabby's cheeks were cherry red and enflamed as she was constantly moved from left to right to defend her side of the court. Her hair was loosely tied back into a short, bouncy pony tail that whipped with each movement. Her head was vulnerable to the reigning sun as she had discarded a visor that Madison noticed laid under the bleachers. Her banes were too short to tie back though and stuck to the side of her face, often sliding over her eyes.

It was Tabitha's dedication and focus that Madison admired and valued greatly. She was sure made a good choice as a Beta.

"Hello Mrs. Reed," Madison politely replied back, feeling the fence with the palms of her hands.

"Please," Mrs. Reed excused Aubrey with a dismissive wave, "how many times have I told you? Call me Tori. Mrs. Reed sounds too old."

And too married, Tabitha bit back a retort, as she focused on the oncoming ball, hitting it back with a loud smack! Her parents had yet to agree on a divorce settlement and were still legally marriage even when separated by two cities.

The squeal of tennis shoes riding over the pavement rang through Madison's ears as she witnessed Tabitha slide forward, stepping out with her right foot to maintain balance, and assault another trespassing ball, giving it enough momentum to fly past her mother's ear and directly hit the fence, starting a resting player who eyed the wall behind him, looking for the source of the sound, but the ball had already reflected back into Tori's side of the court. She plucked the rolling ball off the ground and kept it in her tight grasp.

"I think that's enough tennis practice for today," she announced, stepping to the side to snatch a clean towel from the rack by the entrance. She dabbed her forehead and sat down on the bleachers while soothing out her strictly pressed blouse with the country club's logo printed on the left breast.

Tabitha joined her side, grabbing a large water bottle from her opened duffle bag and took a long swig before dropping it back into the bag alongside with the rest of her laundry.

A pair of men eyed them as they passed the courts, mumbling something about the stock markets, while eyeing the women's golden, vibrant legs. Madison only shook her head, dismayed by their carless, pig behavior.