— The only reason you ever became friends, or even met Art Donaldson was because of your best friend, Tashi Duncan.

She’d met him and his best friend Patrick Zweig at her adidas campaign party, the four of you hung out at their hotel room that night. The two boys had played a match for her number, patrick won, they started dating, the rest is history.

Yet, Art still had feelings for Tashi, it was obvious, and Tashi ate that shit up (despite being in a relationship with Patrick). On the other hand, you’d slowly developed a crush on the blond, becoming one his friends due to your shared english class, yearning for him while he yearned for your best friend.

It sucked, bad.

But then, Tashi got injured and Patrick was dust, forgotten by the both of them. Art barely hesitated to swoop in, dating her shortly after, despite her terrible treatment (and the cheating behind his back. when she finally remembered patrick’s existence).

Art was oblivious, not that you’d say anything he’d believe. Art had gotten his girl, yet you still yearned, and he yearned for a sliver of Tashi’s attention.

Today it was a friday, meaning a nearby frat or sorority would be hosting a party and the four of you (now all reconciled again) were some at some stupid party.

Art wasn’t paying attention to you, of course no, he was watching her and she couldn’t even be bothered to spare him a glance.

What you would give to be in her shoes.