you're on your own kid ↳ art donaldson

zero.

2019; Phil's Tire Town Challenger, New Rochelle 

     Sienna pushed her oversized Prada sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, trying to conceal her identity as best as she could. The longer she could hide from prying eyes, the better. She didn't even want to imagine the headlines that would be all over Twitter tomorrow; "Sienna Marshall and Tashi Donaldson, friends again at last!" or "Sienna Marshall reunited with old flame, Art Donaldson. Trouble in paradise for Tashi?". The brunette shuddered at the thought. The last thing she wanted (or needed) was to be associated with the married couple again. She left that part of her life behind years ago. 

     If you asked Sienna Marshall (currently ranked number one in women's tennis) what she was doing at a rinky-dink local challenger she would tell you that truthfully she had no fucking idea. Fuck Patrick for asking for her help. Fuck Art for entering the challenger, and fuck Tashi for no doubt pushing him into doing it. Art was already ranked high enough to go to the U.S Open, he had no real reason to be there other than a quick ego boost. Luckily, Sienna hadn't seen them so far. But unfortunately for everyone, Art and Patrick would be playing each other in the final. 

     The seats around her began to fill as excited fans got ready to watch Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig battle it out. Sienna narrowed her eyes behind her glasses as Tashi, surrounded by staff, sat right in the middle of the front row. It was like she was a goddess with the way the crowd parted to let her through. 

     Sienna fiddled with her wedding ring, twisting it anxiously around her finger. She held her breath as Patrick and Art came onto the court, setting down their things and stretching to warm up. Patrick looked like shit. He wore a mismatched set of workout clothes, and the same Nikes that he's been wearing since they were all teenagers. On the other side, Art looked flawless. He was sporting Uniqlo head to toe, and a bright white Wilson tennis bag. The average onlooker would not have believed the two men were once best friends, they looked like complete opposites. 

     Sienna twisted her ring faster, digging the gold band deeper into her skin with each turn. She should just leave, there was no way she could survive this match without falling into a deep pit of self-loathing or throwing something at Tashi. The brunette hurriedly stood up, drawing attention to herself as she muttered curses under her breath while trying to shuffle past everyone in her row. Three pairs of eyes followed her every movement. Sienna froze, slowly lifting her head to meet the gazes of the three people she had hoped to never see again.

     Patrick smirked giving her a cheeky wave and a wink. If there was one thing he loved, it was drama. Patrick was delighted he could witness the moment Tashi and Art saw her for the first time in (what he thought was) years. 

     Tashi clenched the armrests of her seat so hard her knuckles turned white. As if Patrick being here wasn't complicated enough, now Sienna fucking Marshall had to show up too. Tashi swiftly moved her gaze toward her husband, who was looking at her former friend with such longing it made her sick. How was he going to win the final now that Sienna had distracted him?

     Art couldn't take his eyes off of Sienna. Her dark curly hair was swept into a messy updo, contrasting her pristine vintage Chanel tweed set. He hadn't seen her since Wimbledon five years before. His eyes narrowed on the fat diamond ring on her finger, and he involuntarily felt his whole body tense up. When his eyes returned to her face, Sienna had taken her glasses off and returned his gaze with one made of ice. 

     Sienna heard the whispering of fans around her and the clicks of their phones taking pictures. Fuck, this would be all over social media in minutes. She stood frozen, unsure of if she should still attempt to escape. 

     A voice startled Sienna out of her stupor. 

     "Sienna!" Tashi Donaldson stood as well, giving Sienna a fake smile she knew all too well. "There's a better seat here next to me." She eagerly gestured toward the vacant chair before sitting down once again. 

     Sienna didn't have a choice. There were still cameras pointed towards her face, awaiting her next move. If this was how Tashi wanted to play, Sienna would happily play along. She gave a small wave to the people who clapped as she walked by, much to Tashi's annoyance. When she reached the chair, Sienna sat gracefully, not sparing Tashi a second glance. 

     "What are you doing here?" Tashi hissed to the woman, not taking her eyes off of the men on the court who were getting ready to play. 

     "Watching tennis. Why else would I be here?" Sienna whispered back, sarcastically. 

     Tashi rolled her eyes, snapping. "You're going to make him lose." 

     Sienna snapped her head to look at her former friend, shaking her head and putting her sunglasses back onto her face. "Go fuck yourself, Tashi." 

     The women are silent as the umpire introduces the players, and announces the start of the first set. Art serves first, hitting the ball with a beautiful grace that Sienna had always admired. As the men hit back and forth, Sienna and Tashi both involuntarily lean forward, watching with an intensity unmatched by anyone else there. 

     For the average fan attending Phil's Tire Town Challenger, they were simply there to watch some tennis. But for Sienna and Tashi, this wasn't about tennis. 

     It had never been about just tennis.