MATCH POINT , art donaldson

VI.

2006.
📍 FLUSHING, NY

IT WAS A SAFE ASSUMPTION TO MAKE THAT ART DONALDSON WAS NOT FOCUSED ON THE MATCH. Not since the moment when she walked into the stands.

it was the laugh that caught him first, pausing whatever stretched position he was in to turn and see her. Watching her like everyone else seemed to. Tashi leading the way, parting the crowds of the people with dropped jaws and parted lips for the blonde who followed behind.

The Stanford t-shirt tucked into the band of her bra so it showed her mid-drift. his Stanford T-shirt. The one she had took after whatever happened between them in the motel room last night. The low cut of her denim skirt let the sun scintillate on her tanned legs.

Everyone came for the tennis but now they'd stay for her. They'd watch the two tennis players that Elodie Reiner had deemed good enough to waste the afternoon she could have been promenading about the open securing six figure business deals to watch.

And she sits down, beside Tashi who is talking to her yet Elodie ' ums' and 'aws' with little to no actual engagement with the conversation. Instead, looking at Art who raises one hand from the other side of the court.

Elodie laughs lowly to herself, her smile beaming as she turns back to Tashi. The brunette flickering her gaze between the two blondes who both poorly hid the fact that they were looking at each other.

She nudges her friend's shoulder " what exactly happened after we lost each other at the party last night?"

Elodie looks at Tashi with a small smirk curving at her lips that she attempts her hardest to squash down,

" nothing- I just found art and Patrick when I was wondering around trying to find you." Elodie hums, looking to Tashi who had confessed on the walk to the court about getting carried away with some business man's daughter in one of the many bathrooms of the house.

Tashi furrows his brows " and..you dragged me to this match because you've now got the hots for Donaldson?" she notices how Elodie flickers her attention away, beginning to toy with the loose strand of thread from the stitching of her denim skirt.

" no. no-" she states " we are friends, and I..like tennis?"

Her statement sounds more like question to herself than anything else. Tashi hums, leaning back taking another sip of her drink watching how Elodie's gaze drifts to the blonde who lets his own gaze drift to her.

Tashi leans in " did you fuck him?" she asks as Elodie hums.

" I don't fuck losers." she clarifies, Tashi's brows furrowing as she looks between her friend and the match that begins in front of them.

She exhales " well, is he a loser?" she hums.

Elodie breaks her gaze, smirking at her friend who lets her eyes drag down to the girls lips which are pulled and curved in their corners.

" I guess we're going to find out aren't we?"

" YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME WIN." Art grumbles, racing a little more than usual to change as Patrick who takes his post win shower at his own pace. Eyeing up the trophy with the name ' Patrick Zweig' now freshly engraved into it which lies on its side by the winners dirty clothes. His head turns from focusing on lathering his naked body with some overpriced shower gel to look at his friend.

" why? To impress your sick grandma.." he hums, Art rolling his eyes " or so you could fuck Elodie Riener's hot body like you wished you had last night?"