You could never tell if Tashi loved the attention, or if she was just downright evil. You loved her so bad, but she treated you like shit. Always dropping you, cancelling last minute, ignoring you for days. The excuse was always the same— tennis.

Tennis was bullshit. So was the excuse of it. Half the time she'd just be with Art, or some other boy that was falling at her feet on the tennis court. You dread to think the things she did with them behind closed doors.

Barely had any right to be upset either way, she never did let you put any labels on it. Despite the fact she regularly introduced you as her girlfriend. But god forbid you actually thought you were. The string of boys she had following her around definitely proved you weren't.

Taste of her own medicine, that's what Tashi needed. Or so you convinced yourself, anyway. It was never going to end well, you knew that. But, at this point you were willing to try anything to get her attention on you. So, naturally your plan had to take place in front of her eyes. Sat in the bleachers, tennis courts below you. Watching the team practise, as you let a friend of yours get a little too handsy in Tashi's vision.

She notices immediately, you'd been distracting her up in the bleachers from the minute you arrived. Tashi never lets things get to her, never lets anything get in her head, especially when it comes to affecting her game. But that was before you pulled this little stunt.

Holding herself back from marching straight up the metal stairs and dragging you away without another word. Tashi has to play this calmy, as she gently sets down her racquet and walks up to your position. Your heartbeat quickening, your plan was working.

"You can take your hands off my girlfriend now." She mutters, hands on hips as that term falls from her lips again. Her eyes refuse to meet yours, just staring down at the hands on your skin. Your friend wonders with a smirk, leaving the two of you alone. "Gonna tell me what that was?" Tashi speaks, through gritted teeth.