Pretty girls. Silly little pretty girls. They'll ruin your life. Pretty straight girls, they'll break your heart in two and not even know they're doing it. Tashi Duncan taught you that the hard way. You knew she had a boyfriend, you'd heard all about Patrick, the good and the bad. It was silly, really, that you chose to ignore that fact on your journey towards Tashi. There was just something about her that you couldn't resist, you definitely weren't the only one to feel that. You were just the only one Tashi let close enough to think they had a chance.

Watching all her matches, listening to her bitch and moan about Patrick's fuck ups on tour, you were inching closer to her as time went on. But you were fighting a losing battle, or so you assumed. Tashi's mind was opening to possibilities outside of Patrick, not that she didn't like Patrick— she did. Tashi just wasn't shutting down the idea of other things, other people. And she liked you, the most out of anyone she'd met at Stanford. She trusted you, maybe more than she'd trusted anyone she'd met before.

Tashi started testing the waters, asking you things friends wouldn't ask. How it felt, how things worked. Telling you if she ever tried, she'd want it to be with you. You'd heard all those words from the pretty straight girls before, desperately trying to not feel flattered. It's pathetic, because you did. Of course you did, it was Tashi. Everyone wanted a piece of Tashi Duncan, and here she was— offering herself on a silver platter. You just didn't know if the heartbreak that would follow was worth the risk.

Sharing wine shooters on your twin sized mattress, the two of you alone in Tashi's dorm. The air starting to feel thicker, and you knew it was time to decide. Was Tashi worth the risk? Were you about to fall for the fantasies of a straight girl to fulfill your need for her? Her hands ghost over your ankle, her eyes on you— her voice like honey as she bites back a smirk. "You know, Patrick wouldn't mind." Oh fuck, here we go.