𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 - 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯

FIGHT . 10

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CASSIE LAID ON HER BED, hand behind her neck as she waited for patrick to come out of the bathroom. he had begged to spend time with her before her match, and she was successfully persuaded.

patrick came out of the bathroom, slowly lifting his white shirt up and over his head as he knelt on the foot of the bed, laying himself between the brunettes legs, trailing kisses from cassies knee to her stomach, biting on her shirt to lift it up before connecting his lips to hers.

he placed his hand at the small of her back, pushing her up against him to close any space between the two, patrick grunted lightly, "you have any idea how lonely it is on tour?" he spoke between kisses in a whiny tone. "yeah?" cassie answered, "is that why you haven't won any challengers?" she answered with a smirk.

"i just told you i missed you" patrick spoke between kissing her as his hand that was previously on her neck travelled to her chest.

cassie laughed against his lips as she lightly flipped patrick onto his back so cassie could practically sit on top of him, patrick let out a grunt of approval as he kissed her, sitting himself up, and her, so he could slide her shirt off, immediately biting at her neck and holding her hips, moving her against him.

patrick panted against her neck as his hand gripped her chest, sliding underneath her bra, the other rubbing her back, "i watched the shinoda match online," cassie laughed, "and you could've won but then you started tanking in the third set." she spoke, patrick sighed, still losing his breath, "cass." he spoke bluntly, "what?"

"when were you gonna tell me about art?" he joked, hands still glued to her as she laughed faintly, pushing him down on the bed by his face, "aw, i thought you already knew about that." she smiled sarcastically as patrick caught her fingers in his mouth.

"i mean," patrick spoke as cassie went in to kiss him, "i feel bad because he's in pain." he spoke against her lips.

"what? you're not intimated by him?" cassie asked, "no," patrick replied, panting, "really?" cassie asked, her hand finding its way into his shorts, sliding it in his boxers, "well you should be."

"uh huh" patrick whined, his eyes shut. "because he's smart." patrick nodded, gripping a pillow beside him, "he's good looking" "yeah" patrick stiffled out,

"and he's really fucking good at tennis," cassie spoke, her lips right against patrick's ear, patrick groaned, "oh, he's always been very good."

cassie laughed quietly, "yeah, but he's gotten a lot better since he's been here," she spoke, grabbing patrick's face and kissing him, her hand still stroking him, "are the two of us still playing for your number?" he smirked at her, cassie laughed , "i thought i won" he growled against her lips.

"that's your problem," cassie broke the kiss, still close to patrick's face. "you always think you've won before the match is over," cassie kissed his neck, when patrick just sat there, cassie came back up to face him,

"are we still talking about tennis?" he asked, his demeanour was serious now.

"we're always talking about tennis." cassie furrowed her brows, patrick still holding below her back as he swept hair out her face.

patrick examined her face, "well- can we not?" cassie fully sat up, patrick doing the same, "sure." she sighed, getting off of his lap as she went and grabbed a white t shirt that was on the floor. patrick scrunched his face up, "what are you doing??"

"i'm getting ready for my match, start my routine. i'll see you there." she spoke as she grabbed a dark purple yoga mat from her large wooden cupboard and unrolled it on the floor.

"cassie." "what? if you're not interested  in me trying to help you, don't worry about it. it's fine." she spoke as she straightened up the yoga mat.

"why do you care so much?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, "well we're dating right? so i don't know. i want you to do well?"

"oh so i don't do well enough now?" he spoke, "it's not college tennis out there we don't all go around calling ourselves the whittman winner."

"wow." cassie rolled her eyes at patrick as she pulled her shirt over her head. "i'm sorry, i just." patrick scrambled, "okay. no. it's fine." she scoffed, leaning down into a lunge to stretch before her match. "look. i'm happy they like you here, i just don't need you to be my coach."

"well someone needs to be," cassie stated, "can we just start over-" "what do you think you need from me? honestly, what do you think you need from me?" cassie asked, "a cheerleader? a girlfriend? a fuck buddy? like, there's plenty of girls out here that would love to be your girlfriend patrick. art constantly reminds me, okay? you're charming."

patrick just stared at her, "you're talented, you're loving, so just go be with one of them, the ones that won't give you an ounce of emotion unless your tongues down their throat."

patrick furrowed her brows at her, adjusting himself on the bed, "is this like the new strategy you're using? pump yourself up before the match? have a little fight to get the energy going?" he spat.

cassie stretched her leg behind her, "i don't need a fight to get the energy going."

"no, just an hour of meditation." patrick groaned, "and what? you think that's lame?" cassie laughed.

"i think it's unnecessary given you're playing sally fucking country club from pepperdine." patrick scolded. "and hows coasting by on talent going for you?" cassie taunted, stretching her back, patrick sat on the floor beside her, "you know how ridiculous it is to hear you call me very week talking about all the ways you're getting screwed over on tour? as if that's a meaningful conversation?" cassie spoke angrily,

"well excuse me for inconveniencing you" patrick spoke lowly, "you are, actually."

cassie sighed, "i need to be alone, so can i just meet you there??"

"no." patrick spoke, "what?" "i'm not going to the match. not if you think you can just dismiss me. i'm not some fucking lapdog who's gonna sit around and let you punish me." patrick spoke, his face close to cassies, "i'm not art." he spat,

"or maybe you need someone like that. someone on board who's gonna be mr cassie whittman." patrick hissed at the girl. "is that what you think i want?" cassie narrowed her eyes, "yeah. a member of the fan club." patrick stood up, cassie smirked art him, glaring at him as she stood up after him, her face close to his as he looked down at her "you're not a member of my fan club?" she spoke.

"i'm your peer, i'm not your fucking groupie, and i'm defintley not your student, nor your little fucking lapdog, unlike some." patrick spoke, glaring at cassie, "y'know, you sound like tashi right now, i know your dad pressures you cassie but for fuck sake." she nodded, "alright."

god, patrick always had a way of making everything revert back to tashi nowadays, whag the fuck???

"good luck champ." patrick rolled his eyes as he grabbed his 'i told ya' shirt that cassie famously wore, his jeans and his watch that sat on her night stand, without a word patrick left, slamming cassies door behind him.

cassie slammed her face into her hands, groaning in defeat, she tried everything in her being not to cry, she was obviously hurt by patrick, but she was more angry. she didn't know any other way to let out her anger other than sob. she couldn't stand crying though.

her father had always scolded her for it.