RUSHING OUT OF HER CAR TO RACE TO THE FIELD, SHE FINDS THAT THE BOYS HAVE ALREADY STARTED THEIR TRAINING. Waving to the boys, she walks past them towards her office to set up for any potential injuries that may occur. Literally as soon as she grabs out the ice, Jordan comes limping into her office. "Hey, Ange." he winces, sitting himself down onto the chair. "Already?" Angelica teases, placing the ice onto his thigh and telling him to hold. 

"It wasn't even my fault! Reece fucking kicked the ball straight to my leg." Jordan complains like a 5 year old, arms flailing about to express his annoyance. Angelica laughs, getting a towel to dry the the melted ice before taping it and ensuring he's alright. "That all good?" the physiotherapist asks before standing. Jordan does a couple of stretches before giving the thumbs up. "Thanks 'cuz." 

The NRL player chuckles before walking out of her office. The Broncos boys had this ongoing joke that Ange and Jords must be cousins because they sounded the exact same, so the two kiwis went along with the flow and started calling each other 'cuz' which eventually stuck. 

The brunette went over to computer and got it started, checking the list of players she'd have to pay special attention to for the next couple of weeks. Billy Walters with a pulled calf, Tristan Sailor with a sprained forearm and finally... huh? She's shocked to even see the name on the list. 

Herbie Farnworth with a tight knee.

Tight knee? Yeah she's heard of it before but the injury isn't common for him. Maybe for someone like Reece who religiously forgets to stretch before running miles but Herbie? She just couldn't believe her eyes. Scrolling down she sees that's the end of the list and leans back into her chair.

There was a shit load of paperwork she had to do stacked in a neat pile on her desk she really needed to fill out and after work, Corey would be coming over. For some reason there wasn't a feel of joy in her heart or the feel of motivation to go home faster. Just the empty void from this morning. Herbie walks into her office and she's finally distracted, plastering on a smile. 

"What's up, Herbs? You all good there?" Angelica asks, as she stands scanning his body and not seeing any obvious injuries but his face tells another story. "Yeah, my knee is playing up again." Herbie says with a groan, sitting himself down on the bed. Ange's head instantly refers back to the list and gets prepared. She instructs Herbie what to do and twists his leg, prepping him to stretch before finally figuring out the problem. 

Angelica clicks her tongue as Herbie watches her pace back and forth. "Ange?" He calls out, and she remains quiet for a moment. "You're gonna have to take the bench for a couple of weeks, Herbs. It seems to me that you've got a torn ligament in your knee but you're gonna have to do some x-rays and go to an actual doctor before I can treat you." 

When Angelica arrived home she wasn't shocked to see her boyfriend, Corey, sat on her couch whilst a tennis match played on the t.v. At first, he doesn't even acknowledge her presence and has his eyes glued onto the screen as she unwinds. "Oh, hey babe." Corey says half-assed, hand finding her thigh but attention stuck on the match. 

Angelica rolls her eyes and opens her phone up, checking the next couple of games for round 4 and who the Broncos are gonna be going up against. She sees that 9 News has already put out an article stating Herbie's absence, the feedback nothing but guttered fans and 'get well soon' wishes.  Clicking out of that she scrolls through her messages, going onto her groupchat with her girlies. 

A for Effort 😋
bbnojoney , eveytmasonnn , angemas0nnn

BBNOJONEY
guys
did i leave my socks
at ur houses?

EVEYTMASONNN
i'm literally from another
country

BBNOJONEY
that didn't answer my question 🤨

ANGEMAS0NNN
nope no stale socks here

BBNOJONEY

i know you didn't just-

EVEYTMASONNN
🤣🤣🤣

BBNOJONEY
oh i know you're not laughing
skidmarks 

ANGEMAS0NNN

EVEYTMASONNN
don't make me pull up those
photos of you in year 7 🤨🤨🤨

BBNOJONEY
YOU WOULDN'T

ANGEMAS0NNN
OMGGGG

EVEYTMASONNN
I WOULDDD

Ange giggled at her phone, enjoying the show being played for her by her most trusted friends. This catches Corey's attention, however, and ups his jealousy scale. "Why're you smiling at your phone?" He asks 'casually', changing the channel to watch something more contact. Ange paid no attention to her boyfriend's possesiveness and continued smiling. "It's nothing." She assured whilst typing furiously. Corey pokes his tongue through his cheek before quickly snatching her phone out of her hands.

"COREY! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ange yells. Her boyfriend does nothing but scan her phone, reading through the texts. "That's the girls group chat! Give my phone back now, Cor!" But it falls upon deaf ears as he exits the chat and goes through her other messages. "Why the fuck is this cunt messaging you?!" He yells, holding the screen up to her face to show the texts between her and Herbie. "Babe, it's literally nothing more than memes and banter." She assures him once again, but Corey couldn't be convinced.

"Oh aye? You just love being a fucking slut don't you?" Corey spat, throwing her phone across the room. For a moment, the world went silent. Everything and anything around her went blurry as she tried her best to remain calm. All she sees is Corey's mouth moving but she can't hear anything coming out. Rage fills her body as she stands, her hand pulling back before landing a painful slap onto his face. The blonde is shocked to say the least. "What the fuck was that-" before he can finish another slap interrupts him. "Why couldn't you just trust me, Cor?" Ange sobbed.

Everything came crashing down at once, all her emotions, all her thoughts, all the words spoken about her, ALL OF IT. Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed her keys, now cracked phone and a comfortable hoodie. Corey following her all this time. "No, babe, don't leave. I'm sorry! I wont do it again." Corey tries to explain but Ange is done. She's done with him. His ignorance. His jealousy. His trust issues. She's just done.

Storming out of the house, Corey grabs a hold of her forearm and squeezes. "Don't leave me by myself! Come back inside and we can talk about this." Her boyfriend pleads, pulling her back to him. "Let go of me, Corey, you're hurting me!" She yelps but he doesn't refrain. "C'mon, Ange, don't do this to me." She pulls and pulls but nothing is as overwhelming as Corey's strength. Her lungs feel as if they're taking in knives instead of breaths and her arm literally burns where his hands are.

"OI!" a voice comes into frame and the couple turn towards the driveway, seeing Herbie attempt to run to them. "Get your hands off her, you dick." Herbie yells, ripping Corey's arm off of Ange. "What the fuck, cunt? Can't you see we're trying to sort things out?" Corey growls at the taller English male, hands balling into fists. "You shouldn't lay your hands on a lady." Herbie states, putting Angelica behind himself. "The fuck you on about?" Corey scoffed before trying to cheap shot Herbie, which he dodges. "You don't wanna do that, Corey." The NRL player warns as he hands Ange his car keys behind his back.

The blonde male does nothing but roll his eyes, hands coming up to his face in an obvious boxing stance. "I'm not gonna fight you, mate." Herbs says with a slight laugh, mocking Corey's foolish attempt. "Then I'll just beat you up."

⊹ 𓈒 ۫ 𝗿𝙚𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝙚𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝙚𝘀 ─ 📝
toxic toxic toxiccc sorry for the
rough start 😃 a bit much to
take in considering the last ch
was such a ball of fluff but oh
welp 🤷🏻‍♀️

yep corey is a dickhead we've
learnt that much. ange is
honestly too good for him i'm
just waiting for her to dump his
sorry ass smh 

۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 𝐢𝟎𝟖𝐫𝐞𝐧 ── ☆