In order to win tennis one must score points.
Love, 15, thirty, forty, game, set and match.
But what happens when,
You start keeping score between each other?
The score determines everything.
Author's Note The continuation of this fic. Don't @ me over who Dom's coach is, this was originally written way back when. FYI, Italics, different language, should be self explanatory, normal, in English; just in terms of conversation.(Excluding texting)
DisclaimerFabricated filaments of my imagination.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"WHO IS IT?!" shouts Maja, pulling her pillow over her head in an attempt to ignore whoever is trying to break her slumber at this ungodly hour.
"Tomasz," a muffled voice responds.
Tomasz Woźniak is her coach, the one person who she cannot throw creative curse words at to tell him to go else where and just allow her to sleep in peace.
She pulls herself out of her bed, the sun has only just begun to rise. Blindly, she palms the wall in search of some kind of source of light. With a soft click the room is illuminated, her hands move back and forth, rubbing some of the sleep out of her eyes.
"Yes," she says, opening the door, revealing Tomasz, who is holding an Ipad.
"Enjoyed last night?" he asks, his lips are pressed together in a thin line.
"It was good, why?" she asks, pulling a chair out, so she can sit down at the table.
"Well I believed I was blessed last night as no headlines relating to you had popped up. No trends on Twitter, nothing. Until I saw an article this morning," says Tomasz, unlocking his Ipad.
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"I can assure you that nothing happened," says Maja, locking his device.
"Then what is this referring to?" asks Tomasz. "They didn't suck this headline out of their thumbs."
"Nothing! Bernard and I just talked for not all of five minutes and then I excused myself. You know that this headline is rubbish, it's not even suggesting that we're no longer together. You know that it's been months!" replies Maja, raking her fingernails through her hair.
"We know this, but does everyone else?" asks Tomasz, "All I wanted was for you to keep your nose clean... The tournament hasn't even started and this has erupted."
"Nothing has erupted! You're being dramatic! I have no interest in anyone, and especially not Tomic!" exclaims Maja. "If you've come here just to talk PR rubbish, I don't want to deal with it now. I have a match to prepare for and don't need emotions to all over the place."
"I am sorry Maja ...but I just wanted to get to the bottom of this," replies Tomasz. "In the press conference, as I'm sure they'll be mentioning it, just please highlight exactly that."
