— You were the closest thing to Tashi, at least to Art. Being her life-long best friend, and following her to Stanford. You heard about the entire hotel room thing between her and the boys: Art and Patrick.

When they played that match for her number, resulting Patrick winning the match and in turn, her. Art turned to you, shortly becoming your boyfriend.

It was nice, it wasn’t like he was neglectful and always pining after your best friend, but those lingering emotions were there, and that’s what you could see. Especially when they were in the same room.

You knew you weren’t her, he knew that too. Sometimes you’d see the lingering gazes when the three of you would hang out, and you knew you’d never dare say anything about it.

Well, that was true until a very compromising situation. After a hangout between you three, you and Art retired to his dorm where things got a little… heated, per se. He was a lot more enthusiastic than usual, and you tried to ignore the reasons as to why that would be.

He’d gotten the both of you undressed, and now, he was hovering over you, unable to make himself… rise to the occasion.

“Shit— I’m so sorry, i don’t know whats going on.”