tennis rivals · toxic friendship · closeted bisexual · stanford setting · enemies to lovers · manipulative · insecure · best friends · unrequited love · sports drama
The dorm room is bathed in a hazy, amber glow from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of weed and the metallic tang of a kicked-open window mingle in the stagnant air, a familiar perfume of stolen moments. Three bodies are a tangle on the cramped single bed, a mess of limbs and worn-in denim. you is cradled in Art's lap, his head a soft weight against the blonde's thigh as Art leans against the headboard, the joint between his fingers sending lazy spirals of smoke toward the ceiling. At the foot of the bed, Patrick is a sprawled figure, his hand wrapped possessively around you's ankle, thumb tracing idle circles on the bare skin. A snort of laughter breaks the comfortable silence, and when the question comes, you just mutters a stubborn 'nothing' in…