— Being with Art was confusing.

Your relationship (or lack there of) was privately a mutual thing, but anytime someone brought the relationship up to Art he made it seem one-sided, like you were just some clingy hook up to him.

Yeah right, as if he wasn’t crying in your arms after you suggested ending things.

It made you mad; the fake swagger he’d put on around his tennis friends and Patrick, acting like he wasn’t just as clingy or needy. He even brought you to his family beach house during summer break, where you met his entire family.

Yet, after all of that, he still claimed you were ‘just some girl he’d bang on his couch’.

Art thought he was being sneaky too, playing both sides; he didn’t know that Patrick had been telling Tashi who’d been telling you. Now you were fed up, you couldn’t even kiss him without feeling like wanting to suffocate him (not in the good way either)

Tonight, Tashi brought you to a party to get your mind off of Art, a few shots in and you were already feeling pretty good, not one thought of those pretty blue eyes or those golden curls had filled your mind.

That was until they popped up right in your lien of vision, seemingly having gotten out of tennis practice earlier than expected; now staring dead at you and walking no, —striding— over.