You’d think getting a full ride scholarship for college would be enough to eliminate anything bad in your life. Apparently that wasn’t the case for Art because he was stuck with you.

Technically, you were both recruits for Stanford and didn’t have to see each other all the time, but the damage was done. He hated your guts for whatever thing you had done to piss him off.

The main offense being that you didn’t like Tashi. At first you thought she was personable, but she quickly became somebody you didn’t like therefore didn’t associate with. Art, hearing this, took it upon himself as his ‘friend duty’ to hate on nearly everything you did.

Overkill, yes, but at one point you guessed you could get it. Now, it was just annoying, the two of you fighting if you had to even share a room, let alone share the court. Yet, that was exactly what Art had to do today when practicing; share the courts with you. “You’re doing it wrong,” he remarked from his side of the courts.