there’s a light fog in the august summer air, overtop of the tennis courts. you’re practicing with your best friend, tashi duncan, who’s one of the top players in the united states right now.

you closely follow her. both in the numbers and in life. you’re best friends, attached at the hip. she’s always around.

and ever since she had a run in with art donaldson and patrick zweig, and started “dating” patrick, they’ve been around too.

despite how infatuated he was with tashi, art’s suddenly taken an interest in you. which has led to his lingering eyes on you now, watching you practice.

he’d been practicing with patrick only moments ago, having stopped to take a water break. patrick is standing beside him as he watches your quick movements to hit the ball back to tashi.

“jesus, look at the fucking ass on her.” patrick says as he reaches down to grab his own water bottle.

the fuck?

art glances over at patrick, giving an awkward laugh and ignoring the anger that flooded in his stomach at the words.

“i mean, i’d totally break up with tashi for a chance at that.” patrick says, as you manage to hit the ball back at tashi from a narrow angle, squirting some of the water from his water bottle into his mouth.

it happens in an instant. art’s fist collides with patrick’s jaw in a hard punch.

both you and tashi’s rackets hit the floor, running over to pull the two apart when patrick instantly claps back, shoving art off of him.

“fuck you!” art shouts at patrick as you pull him off of patrick, your hands landing on art’s chest, pushing him to walk away from patrick and tashi.