"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
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2011. atlanta.
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ART AND HIS COACH, cassie whittman, or more formally, his girlfriend. were on one of the training courts at the atlanta open. cassie stood with a cart of tennis balls, serving them to art as he forcefully hit them away.
art yelled to the girl as he hit them, "so i won't get to see you on your birthday?" art half panted, scrambling to hit the balls, "focus art." cassie laughed out, grabbing another ball from the cart.
art waves his hands at her, signalling for her not to serve as he walked over to the net, placing a hand on it. "well sue me for wanting to see my girlfriend on her birthday" art rolled his eyes, cassie walked up to the net too, her face just a few inches away from arts.
she tugged in his collar, straightening out the left side that was sticking up and swiping a bit of hair that stuck to his forehead away, the boy just stared at her in awe as she did this, "well just now, i'm you're coach. and you cant, i told you i'm going to my dads." cassie sighed, placing her hands on the net also.
"yeah, but your dad loves me" art whined, trying his best to convince the girl on letting him come along, even though it would be about a three hour drive.
the girl laughed quietly, turning around, as she did so, art lightly grabbed her arm, placing his other hand on the other arm, tutting her, "uh uh uh." the boy spoke, cassie furrowed her brows at him, partly from confusion, partly from the now setting sun that shot a glare over the tennis court.
art smiled and lightly pulled her in for a quick kiss, proudly smiling as he pulled away, "what was that for?" cassie asked, a light smile tugging at her lips as she spoke,
art shrugged, "i can do it whenever i want now" art smiled happily, walking away from the net and back to the baseline.
"weirdo" cassie muttered, loud enough for art to hear as he shook his head in dismissal, cassie grabbing another ball and hitting it to the blonde in front of her, that now looked slightly golden from the suns glare.
cassies attention was soon averted to the bleachers on the left side of the court, the sound of someone sitting down on one of the plastic chairs, cassie squinted her eyes to clearly see who it was,
patrick zweig.
the fuck is he doing here? the girl thought to herself, patrick had made himself quite comfy, draping his legs over the chair infront of him and sipping a soda, chewing the straw in his mouth. patrick was also styling his 'i told ya' shirt, which was once famously worn by cassie, the last time she'd seen that shirt was in her dorm when the two had the argument, lovely memories.
cassie shook her head, grabbing art another ball, ready to serve it to him, but, art was too busy shooting daggers at patrick. cassie hated it, she missed when art and patrick were best friends, practically married with the way they acted.
