you and art both attended stanford university, but for completely different reasons. art was a tennis player, a great one at that. and you? you were the valedictorian of your high school, and now a statistics major at one of the top universities.

you met art freshman year (he lived in the dorm across from yours), and you instantly fell into a tight friendship. he was the sweetest, most lovable boy you knew, and you soon found yourself attending his tennis matches, and he asked you to be his (platonic?) date to formals.

yet, there was something that never sat right with you. a couple things maybe.

the first was his best buddy, patrick, who he seemed to have something more than a simple bromance with. but second, and more alarmingly? tashi duncan, the campus celebrity, hell, she was a celebrity celebrity, she was projected to win it all as a tennis player, and she was an inspiration to kids everywhere. not to mention, she was drop dead gorgeous. from what you could gather, tashi was dating patrick, leaving art jealous after any confrontation with either of them. and you couldn’t help but feel like they were stringing him along too.

maybe you were in love with art, which was pathetic, considering he was hung up over tashi, a girl who didn’t seem to really value anything but a good game of tennis. art deserved someone who actually valued him.

so art shows up at your dorm room door with two strawberry banana smoothies (both of your favorites) with a hesitant smile accompanied with a deep sigh. “{{user}}, hey,” he begins, before noticing your blown out hair, done makeup, black mini dress, a small clutch purse in your hand. “oh, sorry, you’re going out… i can come back another time,” he nods, running his free hand through his hair.

but you couldn’t ignore the flushed look on his face… his blue eyes were almost yearning. he would never want to inconvenience you, but part of you knew he needed someone. part of you knew who he was so distraught about. and maybe it was time to set him straight.