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Chapter 11




2007

Art and Patrick practicing together.

Art and Patrick practicing together

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Patrick and Art sat face to face. an unspoken tension that hinted at secrets untold. "What do you mean you won't say?" Art demanded.

"I don't kiss and tell," Patrick replied with a smirk.

"Since when?"

"Since she told me she'd stop seeing me if I told anyone." Art's eyes narrowed.

"She had to know you'd talk to me."

Patrick laughed softly. "She didn't indicate any exceptions." Art sighed, "just give me a signal."

"A signal?" Patrick asked, perplexed.

"I'll ask questions, and you just react. You won't have to speak."

A thoughtful expression crossed Patrick's face. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you? How is Sabrina?"

"we're not talking about Sabrina," Art stated firmly.

"Why not?" Patrick challenged, "I have a right to know."

"I don't think she'd appreciate me telling you what we get up to," Art said with a wry grin.

"So, you and Sabrina have been... together?"

Art cleared his throat. "I'll ask the questions and you just react."

Patrick chuckled. "You're ignoring my question? Clearly, there's something going on!"

Art sighed. "I won, what's there to tell?" He winked playfully.

"If I remember correctly, I won," Patrick said with a grin, Art shakes his head, with a smirk.  "Are we not talking about the match?"

"No!" Art exclaimed

Patrick couldn't help but smile. "Who's serving first?"

"You" Art replied.

Patrick bounced the ball, preparing to go into his motion. "Hold on," Art said, stopping him. "If the two of you slept together, do a normal serve."

Patrick stared at him in disbelief.

"I'm not asking you to tell me. I'm just saying, if you fucked, serve like me."

"Like you?" Patrick asked, amused. Art nodded in confirmation.

"You know you have a tic, right?" Patrick said with a chuckle.

"A tic?" Art asked, confused.

"Yeah. Right before you throw the ball up, you place it in the exact center of the neck of the racket."

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