"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.
✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩
stqargirl. 2024
started: june 28th
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'✦ˑ ִֶ𓂃⊹ 2019 .
"COME ON, YOU'RE NOT THAT BAD." cassie spoke to patrick, placing her glass of coke beside her.
cassie and patrick sat at a small table in a restaurant right beside the hotel, it was pretty. it had large, fancy lights coming down from the ceilings, black tables and black wooden chairs.
patrick narrowed his eyes at her, "compared to what i could be with your coaching? yeah, i am." he spoke, wiping pasta sauce from the corner of his mouth.
cassie sat for a moment, tapping her fork in her hand, patrick just watched her, he could practically see the cogs turning in her head.
"the challenger is in what," cassie spoke tilting her head, "like, 3, 2 days?" she let out a huff of air.
patrick nodded, furrowing his brows, "yeah?" cassie widened her eyes at him, poking her fork in her pasta, "what do you expect me to help with in 3 days?"
patrick shook his head, dropping his head down dramatically.
cassie rolled her eyes at him, letting out a humourless laugh. "an hour. an hour a day until the challenger."
patrick beamed with a smile, practically jumping out of his seat, grabbing her face and kissing her cheek, "thank you" he smiled.
cassie jokingly grimaced, wiping her cheek. patrick kicked her leg under the table.
hed be a liar if he didnt miss being friends with cassie. he missed when they had first met actually, and art, when they were still friends.
"have you spoke to art recently?" cassie asked, a look of sympathy in her eyes, she had silently prayed to herself that they were fine now. that she didn't make them lose eachother. she prayed for it.
patrick shrugged, "we lost touch after college."
cassie pursed her lips, "you know, i always thought you two had something going on" she lightly kicked his leg.
patrick let out a dry laugh, "yeah" he huffed out, shovelling some more pasta into his mouth. "me and art always thought you and tashi had something going on, if im being honest." patrick laughed, looking at her.
cassie shook her head, "she loved tennis more than she loved me, thats for sure." she spoke, pushing her pasta around her plate.
the two sat in silence for a bit, eating their pastas that sat in front of them.
"youre kidding." patrick spoke, cassie brought her head up, furrowing her brows. patricks eyes glaring at something behind her.
cassie turned, her arm resting on the back of her seat to see tashi and her mother, the two women waiting to be seated, cassie peered around, she wasnt sure why, but she was hoping shed see someone else with them.
tashi always had a stern face, as if it was her trademark. cassie on the other hand, her expression somewhat anxious. thats what tashi used to tell her anyway. she always looked scared.
tashi scanned around the restaurant, her eyes lading on cassie. tashis face seemed to get more bitter as she looked at the girl, which cassie reciprocated by a furrow of her brows.
cassie let out a small scoff and turned around, slumping down in her seat.
"her mom looks good." patrick spoke, cassie turned arond, eyes widening at him.
"you're an animal patrick." the girl laughed, shaking her head at him.
patrick screwed his face up, "what? shes a milf." cassie grimaced, "Jesus, please never say that again." her face cringed.
'✦ˑ ִֶ𓂃⊹ 2004.
𑁍
wta ( womens tennis association ) open.
cassie stood in front of tashi, crouched down, swaying from side to side as she held her racket, turning around to wink at tashi.
tashi winked back, raising her racket to serve, the neon yellow ball flying toward their opponents, two russian girls, very agressive.
cassie was quick on her feet, hitting the ball away, so was tashi, running to hit the ball if it was out of cassies reach.
with one hit, cassie scored a point, beaming proudly. "point, duncan-whittman, 15 love." the umpire spoke, she turned to smile at tashi, which she got back.
right now. right now tashi loved tennis, she was the same as cassie, they enjoyed it. they wanted to do it because it was their thing, they didnt do it for trophies, or titles, (although they were a huge plus.) they did it because they were having fun.
cassie and tashi were a mere hit away from winning the open, the two girls running around, quick on their feet, hair swishing behind them as neon yellow flew over the court, the sun beaming down on them.
with one forceful hit from tashi, she scored the final point.
"winners, tashi duncan and cassie whittman." tashi squealed, running over to cassie and jumping into her arms, cassie held tashi up by her back, the two girls squealing in victory.
tashi grabbed her face and kissed cassies forehead, "come on!! that was amazing!!" tashi smiled, giving her best friend another hug.
→ ꜰʀᴏᴍ . . ꜱᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛᴛ 𑁍
WHEW the next chapter is what youre waiting for, trust.
but i really had to write this in to emphasise how cassie and tashi used to be, like literally art and patrick at the start of the movie 😔😔😔🏳️🌈
