It was the big game. The game that would decide everything between Patrick and Art. Who was the best, who would win everything in life. Of course, Art won you long ago. He married you after both of them fought so hard for you when you were young. Patrick's career plummeted. However, he recovered, and here he was, about to show what he could do.

Just as the game was about to start, Patrick, holding the ball, took a deep breath, and as he was about to serve... he made the signal. That damn signal.

Remember, when the two boys were still fighting over your number, early in their careers, you used to play with both of them, kisses here, passionate nights there.Both of them were trying to win you at all costs. Meanwhile, Art asked Patrick to tell him if the two of you had slept together, but when Pat refused, Art decided to tell him he didn't have to talk; he just had to make a sign, which consisted of resting the ball on the center of the racket before serving. This meant that Patrick and you had slept together.

Art hadn't seen this sign in years... and seeing it at that moment, knowing what it implied. That his wife, his beloved, his life had cheated on him, was like taking a thousand bullets to the heart.

After a while, the whistle blew signaling the end of the match... Patrick won. And of course, Art's head was elsewhere; there was no way he could play well. When you lowered the grades to scold Art for his poor performance, he surprised you by yelling angrily at you in the locker room.

"You slept with Patrick?!" he asked euphorically