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THE GRUDGE - OLIVIA RODRIGO "The trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers. Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers."
:･✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
WILLOW BARLOWE SPENT the entirety of her Saturday morning biting at her nails and letting her leg bounce up and down at an unsteady pace.
She hadn't been training as much as she was meant to. She frowns upon her laziness and her want to escape. It took some time, but eventually, she realized there was no escaping this life. She would have to push through and learn to live with it.
She hasn't talked to Tashi since that night in Art and Patrick's hotel room. She only received eye rolls and small glares in the hallways. She was more confused than anything, what had happened for Tashi to suddenly look down on her with disrespect?
Patrick came to visit them though, and they're supposedly exclusive now. She had always seen it coming, ever since the moment she introduced the two to each other.
She sat in Art's dorm room on his bed while he did chin-ups on his roommate's pull-up bar. The way his back muscles looked right now distracted her from her worries about the match. She had never really realized how muscular Art truly was. But now it left her having to take a deep breath and gather herself together.
"Please, congratulate her." Willow throws herself back onto his bed and closes her eyes, "Don't be a dick just because she's gonna beat me." She drapes her arm over her eyes to block out the sunlight shining through the window.
In a matter of seconds, he flopped next to her, "No." he deadpans with no further explanation or consideration of his mind being changed.
He goes to wrap an arm around her but she cringes away, "You're sweaty!" Her high-pitched squeal makes him laugh, "I can see the sweat glistening on you."
"So?" He jabs his fingers at her waist making her squirm, "I forgot how ticklish you are."
"Make it be forgotten again." She cries and panics as she grabs his two pointer fingers to stop him from torturing her with tickles.
He laughs, fighting against her.
One thing led to another as she wrestled her way to sit on top of him. She was sitting on his stomach with her legs on either side of his body. She pins his hands above his head and leans down close to his face, "Keep tickling me and I'm gonna beat your ass." He could easily move but he was going to let her think she was winning.
