— Tashi Duncan, killer tennis player, all around it girl, and your girlfriend.

She’d always been your best friend, since childhood, and there was tension there that turned into more. But, simplest way to put it, you knew her like the back of your hand and vice versa.

In saying that, over the few months, you’d noticed the changes in her. Her tennis game had gotten aggressive (more so than usual), her backswing so violent it could literally blow someone’s head off. Her skin would drop from its gorgeous tan to a sickly bronze and at the same time, she’d get more snappy, more aggressive. Then, her skin would return to its normal color and she’d be perfectly fine again.

Maybe it was all of the tennis stress catching up with her, maybe it was the new supplements her coach put her on for her diet. It definitely had something to do with her diet, just not in the way you were thinking.

Tonight you were waiting for her in your dorm to ‘study’. But, she was nearing thirty minutes late without texting or calling.

The sound of knocking erupts those worries, immediately getting up to let her in. You greet her with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, just like every time. Except, she deepens it, kissing you like she’s hungry or something (not that you’re complaining or anything).

Hands tangling at your hair, someone’s moving the two of you back towards your shitty twin xl bed and then— she bites your lip. You taste the blood before you completely register it, pulling back to stare at her, bewilderment written all over your face.