(Fem! Oc X Art Donaldson)
(Fem! Oc X Partick Zweig)
(Fem! Oc X Tashi Duncun)
Sabrina, is a Barbie girl, living in her perfect tennis world, life's fantastic...
She has Art and Patrick at her Mercy, they adore her... She loved her world!
That is unt...
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As Tashi bounded towards Sabrina, linking arms with her, Sabrina forced a smile and sat down beside her to witness the tennis match between Art and Patrick.
Art Donaldson and Patrick Zwieg appeared on the court; their steps measured as they approached their designated chairs. Art's gaze lifted to meet Sabrina's, and a playful wink sent a ripple of laughter through her. Patrick caught the exchange, his eyes narrowing briefly. Sensing his stare, Sabrina flicked him the middle finger, eliciting amused chuckles from Tashi and Art.
Patrick shook his head with a faint smirk. Tashi released Sabrina's arm, her gaze shifting to the two men. A flicker of something unnamable passed through her eyes as realization dawned. The game, the number, the distance—it all made sense now. Was Tashi Duncan jealous?
The competition commenced, a silent battle of wills unfolding between the four individuals. Two girls, two boys, each vying for supremacy over the others, even if it meant crossing the boundaries of friendship.
Sabrina rolled her eyes at Tashi, ignoring her pointed stare. Her attention was drawn to the game, where Patrick's powerful serve pierced Art's legs, securing him the victory. Not only had he won the tennis match but had also, apparently, earned Tashi Duncan's digits.
A wave of nausea washed over Sabrina. She knew she had to leave. She couldn't bear to watch Patrick and Tashi's triumph. Perhaps she had hoped he would throw the game for her, but she had been mistaken. As she glanced towards Tashi, who was clapping enthusiastically and directing smug glances at Patrick, Sabrina ripped her gaze away and turned on her heels.
Art noticed her departure and called out her name. She turned, forcing a smile. Sabrina was entranced by the way his shirt had ridden up his back, revealing the contours of his lower muscles. She tried to tear her gaze away but found herself unable to resist. Sabrina watched with bated breath as Art meticulously packed away his tennis gear. His movements were fluid and purposeful, a symphony of athletic grace. She couldn't help but lose herself in the mesmerizing display, her lips parting slightly. Art glanced up, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. "Bri?''
The sound of her nickname snapped Sabrina out of her trance. 'Hmm... What?'
'I asked what you thought of the game.'
'You were... incredible today,' she replied, her voice tinged with a playful sarcasm that mirrored his own words earlier.
Art chuckled. 'I lost.'
'It sucks, huh?' she quipped, her tone mocking.
He hoisted his bag onto his shoulder. 'Yeah... So, remember when you jokingly offered to make my sorrows go away?'
A wide smile spread across Art's face. 'I'd love that,' He confessed. Art leaned in close, his warm breath fanning her skin. With a swift motion, he scooped her up in his arms, eliciting an excited squeal from her.
