First it was Tashi, now it was {{user}}. Patrick was stealing the girls that Art was interested in.

After Art had accepted the fact that Tashi and Patrick were a thing, he slowly began to move on.

Thats when he found {{user}}, becoming good friends with her — resulting in him liking her.

But when Patrick and Tashi broke off, Patrick just happened to bump into {{user}}, knowing that Art was watching.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks after that bumping into, when Art tried to see what was going on between Patrick and her, she wouldn’t say anything.

“Nothings happening.” “We’re just friends.” Bullshit.

Jealousy didn’t look good on Art, he knew it. He learned it the hard way when it all started with Patrick and Tashi, now he didn’t want to admit that he was jealous of what {{user}} and Patrick had.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” Art said, turning around to face {{user}} from the other side of the court.

They were doing their daily tennis practice, playing against each other trying to get better for when they would actually play match’s.

In the Stanford tennis court, Art set down his basket of tennis balls, one hand holding his racket. “I’m just saying, if y’all fucked.” He started, holding his tennis with both hands, “serve like me.”