Little Sanchez - USWNT

Chapter 6

"Sanchez! Hey! Ainsley! Get up!" Mallory said, shaking me. "Get your ass up Little Sanchez." 

I rolled over and winced at the pain in my wrist. 

"First day of training! Fitness testing!" 

"That's ass." 

"Then we play soccer after." 

"My wrist is fucking killing me." 

"Well let's eat breakfast then we can get you medicine." 

"Fine." I got up and got ready and followed her downstairs. 

"Morning, Mal. Hey Sanchez Jr." Kelley said. 

"Hi Kelley." I said. 

"How's the wrist kiddo?" 

"Fucking terrible." 

"Gotta get that checked out by the trainers. I don't think you can play the day after getting 23 stitches." 

"Why do we use the number every time?" I laughed. 

I sat down next to Ash after raiding the buffet. 

"When'd you leave?" She asked me. 

"6 am." I replied, popping a blueberry into my mouth. "I went back to bed when I got back to my room." 

"Big night tonight."

"And I will not be attending." 

"Correction, you'll be blindfolded and taken there against your will." 

"Whatever you say." 

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First thing we did was the beep test. 

Now that Trinity was my sworn enemy therefore competition, I had to beat her. 

I beat out most of the team. Even Ashley, Sophia Smith and Naomi Girma. 

It was down to 3 of us. Me, Trinity, and Mallory. 

"I could go forever, Trina." I said. 

"2 can play this game, Allison. I could go forever too." 

"Allison." I nodded. 

"Got a problem with that one, Ace?" 

"No issue here, Trina." 

"I like Ace. It's stupider." 

"Suit yourself." 

Mal fell off after 2 more sprints, but I had the energy to keep going. 

"You can stop if you want." I told Trinity. 

"I mean, so could you." 

"Yeah, but I won't." 

10 sprints passed us by, and she was breathing heavily. 

I said nothing, but I wasn't tired. 

2 sprints later, she missed the line. 

I lasted 10 more, and everybody cheered. 

"Damn Little Sanchez!" Said Lindsey. 

"Not bad, Sanchez Jr." Kelley smiled. 

"I'm really hot." I breathed. 

I turned to look for water, and I saw that Trinity had a bottle but wasn't actively drinking it. 

"Thanks Trina." I drank some, and then dumped some on my head. 

She just glared at me and grabbed another one. 

"Give this to your asshole sister." I heard Trinity say to Ashley as she handed her a water bottle. 

Ashley walked up to me and throw the bottle at me. I caught it with ease.

"Thanks. And next time, tell your little friend she can keep her water." I said. 

"Don't be a bitch. She was trying to be nice." 

"I can get my own water." I muttered, lifting my shirt to try and cool down. 

"Thought you'd have nicer abs, Ace!" Trinity said. 

"Don't kid yourself, Trina. You know you want a piece of this." 

"I'll take one!" Someone yelled. I have no idea who it was. 

"I'd rather not!" She said. 

"Says no one ever!" 

"You've got an ego!" 

"You're just jealous you don't have my abs." 

"I know I'm not jealous of how much of a bitch you are." 

"It's okay, Trina. If I were you I'd want to be me too." 

"You've got a lot of nerve, Little Sanchez." 

"Damn right." 

"Alright, I'm gonna just...." Ashley stepped in between us, as we had gotten closer and closer together until there went from 20 feet of space to no more than 2. 

"Your sister's a real asshole. I don't know how you lived with her." Said Trinity as Ashley lead her away. 

"She's not really like this. I don't know what's gotten into her recently." 

After that, they were too far for me to hear the rest. 

"You gotta back off her." Mallory said. "She never did anything to you." 

"I don't give a shit." I said, putting the cold towel she handed me around my neck. "Not a single one." 

"Go see the trainer about your wrist." She sighed, and I listened. 

He said I couldn't do anything contact for 2 more days, so I can do non contact drills and then shoot on the goalkeepers. 

"Man, Little Sanchez, you've got quite the foot." Said Casey Murphy. 

"Kicks like her sister." Aubrey Kingsbury said. "Maybe even harder." 

"Damn right." I said. 

I turned around to see Ashley and Trinity laughing together. My eyes met Trinity's, and she started laughing harder. 

It's on, Trinity Rodman.