"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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"YOU KNOW PATRICK," she spoke, picking up a neon yellow ball and tapping it against her racket. "you're supposed to hit the ball, you know, with effort." she spoke, smiling sarcastically at him.
patrick rolled his eyes at her, "wow, great advice." he mocked, running a hand through his hair.
cassie had agreed to coach patrick, today and tomorrow exclusively until the challenger against art.
she hated being at that hotel, just being in arts proximity made her feel anxious, not necessarily in a bad way, she just didn't like it.
she hadnt seen him for 4 years, and the first conversation they had was bland, and art seemed uncomfortable for the second half of it. she didnt know why, as soon as she told him about dahlia its like his mind just shut off.
cassie raised the ball up, serving it to patrick and watching how he hit it.
she tilted her head, "push into the ball more. i know its what they tell kids, but hit into it more, like theres a few more balls to hit in front of it"
patrick nodded, waiting for cassie to serve the next ball to him before he could take in her advice.
cassie smiled proudly to herself as he managed to hit the ball exactly as she told him too. she nodded, "that was great, only took you 2 hours to get what i meant." she smiled, grabbing the basket of tennis balls.
"was that a compliment?" patrick spoke, covering his mouth dramatically. cassie let out a small snort, making her way over to the exit of the court. "shut up idiot"
patrick walked along side her, the two walking down the beige, stoned path back to the hotel.
cassie sighed, stopping. "patrick." she spoke, the man turned to her, raising a brow.
"i am sorry. for everything, for treating you like that in college- and for what happened with you and art." she muttered.
patrick smiled at her, "its not your fault cassie-"
"no, it is."
he shrugged. "wouldn't you do the same? if you were in love i mean."
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cassie sat downstairs in the small longue area of the hotel, two grey couches near the bar.
she sat on her computer, scrolling through some article about herself, it had been published just two days go.
cassie read the header: "trouble in tennis heaven?: tennis star, matthew warren seemingly split from wife and coach, cassie whittman."
