THE BOY IS MINE.

01. from the start

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ANYA PLATH AND TASHI DUNCAN WERE TWO PEAS IN A POD.
having met on their highschool's tennis team, they knew the other would go far. what started as rivalry turned to admiration and blossomed a beautiful friendship between the girls.
winning impressive matches both on their own and as a duo got them an easy entrance to stanford.
they were two of the best junior tennis players in the womens division. this notoriety made them household names in the tennis scene but with this came pressure. anya had doubts she could keep up with tashi but, tashi saw this as a challenge.
tashi saw everything as a challenge.

"good luck on your match!" the girl chimed. "yeah, thanks." anya said tying her shoes. she was playing the us junior open. this match would determine whether or not she had what it takes to surpass tashi as the best junior tennis player in the womens division. though tashi had surpassed her in the junior australian open last year, she knew if she beat tashi she had a chance at making it in stanford. anya was playing some girl from buttfuck michigan or some shit but she knew that this was her chance to prove herself. if she could play this match perfectly she could prove her worth to not only her peers but herself.

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in the stands sat two boys.
fire and ice.
they were the anya and tashi of the junior mens division.
art donaldson and patrick zweig.
they were the best in their division and them watching anya play the biggest game of her career was a compliment to the highest degree. truth be told they were fans. not only of anya but tashi as well, how could they not be?

anya started the game already demolishing her competition. she had dexterity and flexibility many players envied. she was so quick on her feet it was almost as if she was floating across the court. the boys watched this with admiration. they were watching her move so gracefully juxtaposed to tashi's usual jagged and rough movement on the court.
they were complete opposites but when they were together their movement was entirely harmonious.
they moved as a unit.

it was turning the boys on to see her move so beautifully across the court. the wind blowing up her skirt and the sweat dripping from her forehead was enough to put a small tent in each boy's shorts. it was such a pure act of passion. they wondered if she was this passionate off the court.

tashi sat courtside analyzing anya's every move. having just won a match herself she was exhausted but she knew it was important to support her friend. she knew anya would one day pass her by if she didn't put in her all. tennis was all tashi had and she needed to be the best, if she couldn't be the best there was no point in living.

tashi loved tennis. she could never love anyone as much as she loved tennis. starting the sport at an early age she knew it was what she was born to do. she put all of her time and energy into tennis and she was not gonna let anyone be better than her. anya was her friend but she couldn't let her win. she needed to be the best no matter who she took down to get there.

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with an undeniable win anya ran to hug her friend courtside. she won and it wasn't even close. she felt proud. she knew she deserved her spot at stanford.
she knew she was a star.

"oh my god did you see me! i thought for sure i was gonna lose this one!" "you did really good! maybe next time watch your foot placements but yeah, you did good!" "are you gonna go to the party tonight? i mean i know its for you but i also know you hate going to these types of things." anya smiled. "yeah i'm actually gonna leave after this to get ready." "alright well i'm gonna head to my hotel room and get ready too then. i'll see you tonight?" "see you tonight!" tashi yelled as she walked off.

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"dude you can't tell me she's not the hottest girl you've ever seen!" patrick yelled. "i mean yeah shes hot but if its between her and tashi i wouldn't be able to pick!" art shrugged. "well no i mean thats totally understandable but if it were me i'd just pick both." "ever the gentleman patrick-" "oh my god shut up and look! its anya fucking plath to your right!" "should we go up to her?" "yes! come on!" patrick said running away from his friend towards the girl.

"hi you're anya right?" "yes i am!" the girl laughed. "you're really good." art interjected. "well i'm no fire or ice." anya winked. "we're not even that good." art laughed in embarrassment. "well there's a party tonight by the beach we can totally talk about how good you guys are there if you're free tonight?" "yeah-" "yes! we're totally free tonight, right?" patrick nudged art. "yes? yes! we are free! we will see you tonight then." art said trying to hide his excitement.
"see you tonight." she smiled.

anya was infatuated with the pair.
she knew by the end of the night she'd end up with one of them but, which one?

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SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IS MADE FOR SOMEBODY LIKE ME...