"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⊹ 2015 .
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CASSIE AND MATTHEW were currently attending a charity event. matt had just finished his tour, and being one of the top players at the moment, he was invited to the event. luckily for cassie, it was in new york, near her apartment, she had been staying there for the past year.
matt wore a dark grey suit, his hair styled with gel, his arm wrapped possessively around cassies torso.
cassie, wore a beautiful green dress, different to the flowly dresses she normally wore to events or outings, this dress clung to her sides, no wonder, matt had picked it out for her.
the hall where it was being held had a large glass dome roof, beige walls with fancy old architecual lights draping down them with lavish pantings decorating the walls. and a stair case on one side, leading to a small balcony which overlooked the dark night sky.
there was waiters walking around, trays on their hands which held champagne glasses. cassie felt as though she was royalty by this point, she'd never been somewhere so elegant.
matthews hand rested on cassies lower back, guiding her with him as he walked. "warren!" a man yelled, walking over to the two.
matt smiled at the guy, pulling cassie close to his side.
"how are you man?" the guy spoke, shaking hands with matthew, he nodded in response.
the guy smirked at cassie, holding a hand out for her to shake, "cassie?" the girl nodded in response, "jordan." "nice to meet you" she smiled sheepishly.
jordan snapped his fingers, taking a sip from his glass before speaking. "you gotta meet these guys-" jordan glanced around the busy room before yelling. "duncan! yeah- c'mere!" he yelled, ushering whoever duncan was over.
matthew and cassie stood together, cassie clasping her hands infront of her as she waited to be introduced to jordans friend as he walked over.
oh. fuck.
cassie had imagined that when jordan yelled duncan, some cocky tennis player would come over, punching matt in the arm, maybe it was one of his college friends. and god, was she wrong.
tashi duncan walked over, her hair slicked back into a neat bun, wearing a goregous floor length purple dress that hung off her shoulders. on her waist rested a blondes arm, arts arm.
art had a black suit on, his tie loosened around his neck, his hair scruffy, which oddly contrasted with his neat suit.
the couple walked up to them, cassies face dropping as she saw the two.
jordan smiled, "tashi, art, matthew, cassie" jordan smiled.
art and cassie glared at eachother, arts eyes glancing down to matthews hand that was tracing circles on cassies side, then his eyes trailed over her dress.
