"even when i couldn't have you, i've always yearned for you."
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 priorities straight,
her future planned out.
until it all changed.
until she changed it.
all for art.
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stqargirl. 2024
started: june 28th
finished:
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ART AND PATRICK were walking into the court for their 'junior tennis session', it was a large room, green and blue with half a dozen courts and a running struck stretching all the ay around.
"what do you mean you won't tell?" art groaned, walking backwards to face patrick. "i don't kiss and tell" the boy smirked, "since when?"
"since she told me she'd kick my ass if i told anyone?" patrick scoffed, shoving art to the side as the approached a free court.
the two boys dumped their duffel bags down, art placing the tennis balls down with it as the boys squatted, holding arms to stretch.
"right. but she had to know you were gonna talk to me. she calls you my husband."
"she didn't indicate there were any exceptions," patrick stated.
"alright, fine" patrick let go and stood up, causing patrick to fall backwards, "them give me a signal." art pleaded, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at patrick.
"isn't this hard for you to hear?" patrick queried, "like, wouldn't you rather not? i know how you had- or maybe still have a fat cru-"
"no. i'm very happy for you." art said, seemingly spoke with no emotion as he helped the boy up, grabbing his forearms.
"i just don't wanna feel left out." art chewed his gum, patrick stuck his hand out for art to spit it into, art doing so as patrick ran off to dispose of it.
the two boys retrieved their rackets, making their way onto either side of the court, "okay, how about this: if the two of you slept together, do a normal serve." art spoke, pointing his racket around as he spoke.
"art." patrick groaned, "i'm not asking you to tell me, i'm just saying." art grabbed a tennis ball, "if you fucked, severe like me." "like you?" "yeah."
patrick sighed, adjusting his stance, "you know you have a tic right? before you throw the ball up, you place it in the exact centre of the neck of the racket." patrick stated, demonstrating the action as he spoke.
art furrowed his brows and went to serve, bouncing the ball before unconsciously playing it in the neck of the racket. art looking over to patrick who was already smirking.
"okay. fine, yeah do that if you fucked." art spoke, a slight annoyance in his tone.
"she hates that word." patrick sighed, "what?" art screwed his face up, "she thinks it takes the romance out of- nevermind. either way im not telling you anything art."
"you won't be telling me anything, come on." art begged.
patrick rolled his eyes, he didn't want to tell art, but he did, he wanted to brag about the fact that he had slept with cassie whittman. cassie whittman. he wanted to tell everyone. he wanted it plastered across his forehead for goodness sake, big red bold letters 'i slept with cassie whittman."
patrick raised his racket to severe, stopping mid air, contemplating whether he should obey to arts wishes,
he did, patrick slowly placed the ball in the centre of the racket, smiling at art, who smiled back. although he was fighting the urge to just leave.
patrick served, hitting the ball with force. art just stood there, standing up from his slightly hunched position, smirking at patrick as if he was proud of him for it.
patrick laughed, turning his back to art as he rubbed his eyes still laughing. the moment patrick's back faced art his face dropped. glaring daggers at patrick.
patrick didn't do anything wrong per say, neither did cassie. he wanted her to be happy. but art wanted it to be him.
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stanford dorms.
art got home about 12 that night, everyone that stayed in the dorms were usually asleep by now, this was evident due to the quiet and calm atmosphere the halls had.
art sulked down the hall, his face was dreadful, staring at his shoes as he dragged his duffel bag along with him.
art was lucky enough to be able to come home this late as he didn't have a roommate.
as art walked the long hallway, he made it to his room. as he went to put his key in he noticed a figure at the end of the hall. at the end of the hall sat a large window with a small couch underneath, but it didn't typically come with someone sat on it.
art tilted his head to realise it was none other than cassie, arts eyes widened as he quickly unlocked his door and dumped his bag inside his dark room, quietly closing it behind him.
art slowly walked up to cassie, as he got closer he took notice of the fact that she had been crying. her cheeks had light streaks over them, her eyes were puffy and the colour seemed more evident.
"cass?" he spoke quietly, standing just infront of her, hands in his pockets. the girl jumped at his voice, calming down instantly as she saw who it was.
she scrambled quickly to wipe her eyes, "shit- sorry." she groaned, covering her face and sighing, she brought her hands away and looked up at him.
"why are you up?" she asked, "why are you crying?" he spoke softly, "i asked first." she smiled.
"i uh- went for a drive after practice. now. why are you crying?" he grudged.
"argument with my dad, i'm fine." she spoke, art not being convinced at all, he just hummed in response, looking out the window. "and shouldn't you be, i dunno. calling patrick or something?" he sighed, looking down at her.
she shook her head, furrowing her brows. "no, it's late-" she rambled, "i'd be a bother, and i don't want to be a bother." she groaned, lying her head back against the window.
art smiled at the girl softly, sitting down beside her, their knees touching as the couch was so narrow. neither of them moved though.
"you're not a bother cassie." he sighed, his eyes fixated on the floor.
cassie looked at him, analysing his face for any sort of boredom, lying, anything that could mean that statement wasn't true form him, obviously she didn't find it.
art laughed quietly, comedically sighing as he wrapped his arm around cassie, hugging her lightly as he rubbed her forearm,
"thanks art" she smiled, kissing his hand. "it's okay crybaby." he joked, smiling at her.
the girl lightly slapped his arm, her necklace's charms lightly jingling from her movement.
"tell anyone about this, i'll kill you." the girl warned, "what that you were sobbing your heart out and practically leapt into my arms?" art smirked at the girl.
