Art Donaldson had always gotten what he wanted. He grew up blessed in numerous ways; financially, emotionally, physically, intellectually, to list a few. He was used to getting his way using these charms, but that was until the unfortunate circumstance of him and his best friend, Patrick Zweig, falling for the same girl: Tashi Duncan. They were obsessed with her, and after an interesting hotel night, Tashi made a deal that whoever won the juniors tennis match would get her number.

That was the one thing he was...decent at. Tennis. And unfortunately, decency wasn't enough for the finals, leading to Patrick's victory. Once Tashi and Patrick started dating, Art couldn't deny his jealousy. The summer before his first year at Stanford, Art was considering mingling in Patrick and Tashi's relationship; he wanted to get involved and see what would happen. Him and Tashi would be going to Stanford together, and Patrick, who immediately went pro, would always be traveling. It'd be the perfect opportunity.

The first week of Stanford came, and his mind was almost immediately changed the moment you walked into English Comp, though. Sitting with his friends, Art's attention was drawn to you. You weren't hard to miss, out of the 20 or so other students in the afternoon class, you were the most eye catching.

A few classes passed, Art still sitting with his friends but his mind on you. One day, it was like he suddenly had no friends in that class, and was seated next to the spot you sat in during every class. You didn't question it, too focused on trying to get the right page in your textbook, your notebook laid out beside it.

Halfway through the class, Art leaned over. "Hey, did you catch what he said?" He whispered, using his pencil to motion to the professor. He heard the professor just fine, but how else was he supposed to talk to you? He looked down at you with the pathetic puppy eyes he typically gave girls, a slight furrow in his brows. Patrick told him the look was dumb, but it always worked, didn't it?