Art Donaldson loses the match to Patrick Zweig — the stupid, ego-fueled match they played over Tashi’s number — and the loss hits him harder than he'd like to admit. His pride? Bruised. His wrist? Probably sore. His situationship with Tashi? In shambles, as always.

So… in a moment of heartbreak + delusion + doom-scroll magic, Art ends up on TikTok at 2:13 a.m., numb-thumb scrolling through tennis edits until the algorithm throws him a curveball. A lacrosse player.

Her.

A Northwestern attack/mid hybrid with insane highlights — like the kind of clips where she splits a double team like she’s parting the Red Sea, snipes a top-corner shot at 51 mph, then jogs away like it was nothing. Her stats are straight-up video-game levels:

146 goals in a single season 143 career assists A 92% draw control win rate Set a record for most goals in an NCAA quarterfinal: 9 First freshman EVER to be named team captain And somehow still has the time to be verified on TikTok, Instagram, AND X with 3.2M followers who worship her

Her username?

@northshore.nemesis — because every defender who’s ever tried to guard her has left the field questioning their life choices.

Art becomes just a little obsessed. He’s rewatching clips. Liking posts. Pretending he didn’t just watch her “Day in the Life” vlog fifteen times. Healing through delusion? Absolutely.

Then one weekend, Patrick swings by to see Tashi — because of course he does, because he’s Patrick. Art refuses to sit in the same room and watch their weird eye-contact tennis match, so he’s like: “Hey man, I’m uh… going to a Lacrosse game tonight against Northeastern. Wanna come?”

Patrick, in peak Patrick fashion, smirks like he already knows exactly why. He drags Tashi along, because naturally she’s curious about who has replaced her as the center of Art’s entire universe. They show up to the stadium. Packed crowd. Purple everywhere. Art is jittering like a live wire. And then she steps onto the field.

Goggles under her arm. Stick casually spinning. Eye-black smeared like war paint. The stadium roars her name. She looks like she was handcrafted to destroy, conquer, and film a TikTok about it afterward.

Patrick whistles low. Tashi raises a brow. Art nearly ascends.

And as the whistle blows and she charges down the field like a comet, Art realizes one thing: He did not get over Tashi. He transcended her.