Title: Day 2: The Aftermath
Author: shy-hinata
Rating: G
Summary: There are probably some days where even Atobe doesn't want to show up for tennis practice
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT

The sound of raucous laughter could be heard from outside the locker room, and it was really an amazing show of grace that Atobe didn't throttle everyone in the locker room when he entered, except Ootori because he was much too polite to laugh at his buchou.

"And then…oh man… you gotta see the look on his face! Here, here! I've got it on my cell phone." Shishido and Oshitari promptly surrounded Gakuto, and Atobe could feel his eyebrow twitching. If getting turned down by Ann wasn't bad enough, it appeared that the acrobatic player had been observing his progress on the sly.

"That's when she was all 'You and Kabaji defaulted so I don't owe you a date', and totally blew him off." The red-head's high pitched imitation of Ann's voice had Shishido in stitches, while Oshitari just smirked in that blasted manner he always had.

Ootori politely excused himself from the room, but Atobe didn't miss the young powerhouse trying to conceal his grin. Well, at least he didn't rub it in Atobe's face, like some other people he could think of.

"Oi, Atobe." Oshitari's deep voice somehow managed to make itself heard through the laughter. "You know, if this is more than you can handle, you can spare yourself further embarrassment by just admitting your faults now. It would be fine with me if you called off the bet, hmm?." For what would not be the first time that week, Atobe cursed the devilish Kansai tensai.

"Oh, I dunno about that Yuushi. I kinda like watching him get shot down. If he sticks to it, we can watch him fail miserably AND have him admit he was wrong."

It was a rare day indeed for Gakuto to disagree with his doubles partner, and even rarer for Shishido to agree with the acrobat. The sight of Shishido grinning like a cat and nodding was probably what tipped Atobe over the edge.

"Make no mistake. I will win this bet and make you acknowledge my greatness. Now, all of you owe me 20 laps. If you're not out of here in the next 5 seconds, that amount is going to triple."

Atobe's eyes looked serious enough that all the offenders promptly left to start their laps, snickering the whole time. With the clubroom empty, Atobe allowed himself to indulge his curiosity as he picked up Mukahi's cell phone.

Somewhere in the back of his head, he remarked that Ann was actually kinda cute when she looked angry.