Ch. 1: You Boys Really Like to Play Doubles
Note: Okayyy another one in the lineup. Now that I'm back in my account I think I am going to make an update schedule. I hope you all enjoy this new series along with the others and let me know what you think. This first chapter is mostly backstory building but this story is my chance to be messy lol. It will have spoilers for challengers, but also a lot of things are changed. Please feel free to interact and give feedback (constructively) it inspires me to hear from you all. This obsession came fast so I feel like I already have so many ideas for these characters. This one is short because I was dipping my toe in but they will get longer! The aesthetic board for this story will be on the masterlist in a couple hours! Thank you and enjoy!
Tashi Duncan is an athlete. Hell, sheâs the athlete. Of their arena. Of their time. Sheâs good. Great. Passionate. BeautifulâŚin the words of Art.
Sexy as shit in the words of Patrick and just about every other man who managed to lay eyes on her. Sheâs something to marvel at. And they did. Marvel. Art and Patrick stand there, jaws slack, eyes locked on the girl as she moves about the dancefloor absently. Itâs like the opposite of how she moves on the court. There sheâs a predator. Moving quickly, calculated, with strength. Here sheâs graceful, eyes closed and enjoying the motions.
Itâs their chance. A chance to meet her. To flirt with her. Con her out of her number when she wanders away from the group of women sheâs dancing with over to the couches to retrieve her drink. Itâd be easier to talk to her alone. They do their best work in a double, and as far as they knew, she had no partner. As far as they knew.Â
And theyâre basking in her attention. Taking turns in a whole new match. When one gets the gift of her gaze the otherâs smile drops like a puppy waiting for its turn to be played with, her easy smirk resting comfortably on her face the whole time. Until she comes.
The two of them canât help but have the same thought. Art was admittedly more ashamed to have it but they both had it. Thereâs two of them.
âThese guys are in the tournament. They play tomorrow.â Tashi smiles, holding her hand out to the girl and helping her step over the table so she can sit down next to her. Both men offer her their own hand to help her the rest of the way but she simply squeezes Tashiâs harder.Â
Patrick and Art donât know where to look. Before the girlâs arrival Tashi was the only person worthy of admiration here. Sheâs stunning, abnormally beautiful. But so was her friend. She had a darker complexion, with full lips coupled with a pretty smile. She tosses her silky dark hair over her shoulder, exposing more shiny skin. Her pink, strapless dress compliments Tashiâs royal blue one so much that even two men with no knowledge of womenâs fashion would guess the choice was purposeful. They exchange looks as the women cross their legs in sync, Tashi handing her half-drunk beverage to her friend who rolls her eyes with a small as the boysâ eyes drop to her mouth. âAre they any good?â
Tashi hums thoughtfully, tilting her head lightly as if she needed to observe them to determine that. âFrom what I hear? Sometimes.â
âNot good like you though.â
That takes them aback for a moment. I mean, Tashi just won a tournament, sheâs proven herself enough to pass judgment, all this girl has proven to them is that sheâs hot. Whoâs she to decide that they werenât in the same league as Tashi. They werenât, but who was she?
âYou, uh, know that just from looking at us?â Art asks, finding himself sitting straighter at the scrutiny, the unimpressed looks on the two girls' faces getting to him as he wonders what it would take to change them.
All the girl offers is a shrug and a small smile around the straw, earning her a giggle from Tashi.Â
âYou know, we didnât get a chance to see your match. Whatâs your name again?â Partickâs brows furrow as he glances between his friend and the two women.Â
The smile drops from her face and her lips curve into a frown, cheek dimpling in a way that almost has the men forgetting sheâd insulted them. âWow.â she scoffs.
âYouâve got balls. You came to my party to talk shit to my best friend?â
That has them scrambling, stuttered half apologies from Art and sarcastic denials from Patrick. Anything they could blurt out to convince Tashi and her mystery friend to stay. All of it interrupted by their burst of giggles.Â
âWeâre just fucking with you.â The girl leans her head back against the cushion, puffing out laughter that makes Artâs head feel like itâs swimming. He blinks at the feeling and takes his own deep breath. âIâm Heaven, Iâm nobody, I donât play tennis.â
âNobody? You donât seem like nobody.â He doesnât even recognize his own voice when he says it.Â
âNobody is nobody.â Patrick cuts in.
Tashi gives the girl a disapproving look that would put ice in the mensâ veins, pursing her lips in agitation briefly before turning back to the guys in front of them. âSheâs Heaven Whitlock, sheâs my best friend, and the best fuckinâ ballerina in the world.âÂ
Heaven lifts and drops her shoulder noncommittally, taking a deep sip of the drink. âYeah. Iâm the best fuckinâ ballerina in the world.â
The girls left soon after that so that Tashi could take pictures and once they were done, they were pleased to discover that the boys had waited to hang out with them more. The group made their way down to the beach and found themselves talking about all sorts of things. Life, Tashiâs earlier match, tennis as a spirituality. They were shocked to learn that Heaven knew a lot about the sport and could even play a little. But based on how they described it, she only knew enough to help Tashi train.Â
Patrick felt aggravated and outnumbered by the fact that all three of the others were going to college.Â
âOkay, so she doesnât want her only skill to be hitting a ball with a racket. What the hell are you going to school for Miss Ballerina?â
âTrain. I can get better.â Heaven shrugs. âGet my name out there too, before I join a company I mean.âÂ
âCan we see something?â Art blurts from his seat, shaking out the ash from his cigarette. âLike your favorite trick or-â
Heavenâs face lights up slightly. Her back has been straight up all night, her shoulders rolled back with poise, but she perks up in excitement at the thought of the opportunity to dance. âI like doing Fouette turns-â
âHeaven, in sand?â Tashi whips her head to look at her friend. âYou donât even have your shoes. You have your first audition for your schoolâs fall show when we get back donât you?â
Heaven rolls her glossed lips inward, nodding, eyes dropping to the sand briefly before they return to the men in front of her. âMaybe another time.â
âAnother time. Thereâs gonna be another time?â Patrick leans back in his seat, looking between the two women smugly. âDoes that mean Iâm gonna hear from you two again?â
âIâll see Art at Stanford. Heaven will visit.âÂ
âHeâs asking for your numbers.â Art offers. âSo am I.â
Heavenâs brows furrow as she stands dusting sand off her hands before she helps pull Tashi to her feet. âBoth of you?â
âWant both of our numbers?â
âOh, you boys really like to play doubles, huh?â Sheâs met with cheeky smiles and a shrug from Tashi. âWell, I have a boyfriend, soâŚâ she grins, gesturing to Tashi. âMay the best one win boys.â
The boys crane their necks briefly to follow Heavenâs walk up the hill, her sandals in hand, watching as she turns expectantly, holding out her other hand for Tashi to come up and take. They barely get out their offer for Tashi to come to their room later before sheâs making her way up the hill. Her long legs carry her to her friend, whose hand she takes before swinging their arms back and forth, singing along together to whatever song is playing in the distance together.
As soon as theyâre out of sight Patrick whips his head to face Art, a wild smirk on his face.Â
âWhich one do you want?â
âSoâŚwhich oneâs your favorite?âÂ
âPatrickâs got more natural talent, thatâs for sure, but heâs stubborn, doesnât wanna learn anything new. Art- what?â Tashi tilts her head at her friendâs scoff, moving to sit next to her at the small desk chair, watching as her friend rubs lotion into her face. âWhat?â
âNothing, T, tell me about Art.â Heaven laughs, shaking her head. Tennis. Always about tennis. Poor boys.Â
âArt wants it more right now. And heâs good. Could be great." She stands walking over to the closet and tugging on her jacket. âYou set your alarm?â
â4:30, T. Gotta get our run in and practice for my audition before the tournaments start.âÂ
âMm, good girl.â she smiles, dropping a kiss onto the top of Heavenâs head. âIâll have my key.â
âYouâre really going? Youâre gonna go to their room?â Heaven turns in the seat and watches Tashi put on her shoes. The brunette pauses to look at her friend, walking over and crouching in front of her. Her hands rest on Heavenâs legs as she looks up at her.
âWant me to be?â Heaven asks, leaning her forehead against Tashiâs with a defiant look on her face. âI know youâre not gonna fuck them.â
âReally?â Tashi hums absently. âWeâll see. Iâll be back later. Why donât you call Trevor while you have the room to yourself.â
With that she pats Heavenâs legs, pushing off of the floor and leaving her alone in the hotel room.Â
Heaven takes her best friendâs advice. She calls her boyfriend. It was a mistake.
Trevor hates Tashi. He hates tennis. He hates dance. He hates everything.Â
He didnât use to. He used to think the girlâs dedication was cool. He used to love to come to showcases, recitals, even some of Tashiâs tournaments. But then he realized his place in everything. His place in Heavenâs life. Dance and Tashi, those two things would always come before him.
Thatâs the hard lesson everyone always had to learn. Tashi was always gonna win when it came to tennis and Heaven. Tashi was Heavenâs firstâŚperiod. First best friend, first kiss, theyâd taken each otherâs virginities. They met in middle school. Heaven had been at the community center gym with her mother, running and doing weight training while her mom took a zumba class. Out on the court was Tashi. Beautiful and focused as ever. Heaven chose a treadmill that she could watch Tashi practice out the window from. Sheâd been startled when the taller girl came into the building and stood next to her machine and asked her if she knew anything about tennis and if she wanted to play.Â
She wasnât good. Tashi was determined to make her good enough to play with. Soon enough they were inseparable. Heaven would sit in the stands at Tashiâs games, yelling as loud as the girl playing when she won. Tashi would go to see Heaven dance, offering her applause when she won awards or starred in a show. Having Tashi was intense, but Heaven was intense too, in her own right. They were both passionate about their crafts, and loved the art of working hard. They liked making each other proud.Â
Tashi was Heavenâs first everything except her first love. That was dance. Her muscles stretching into beautiful motions. Using her body to tell all kinds of stories. Becoming someone else entirely over the course of a song. Heaven would die if she couldnât dance.Â
She doesnât feel like that about Trevor. He was a sweet guy, and she liked him. Despite Tashiâs constant digs that he wasnât good enough or amounting to anything, Heaven liked him. Not everything has to be an intense feeling. Content can be good enough. I can be satisfied with content.Â
But Trevor wished she would be normal. He wished she wasnât so close to Tashi. He wished she wasnât constantly working at something. At least thatâs what he said when he dumped her over the phone.Â
âTrev-Trevor. Trevor are you fucking serious?âÂ
Heavenâs lip curls up in frustration as she feels her eyes watering. She throws her phone against the wall, hearing the distinct crack of the screen. âFuck. Fucking shit.â SheâŚneeds Tashi.
Pulling a baggy t-shirt over her sportâs bra and underwear she goes to the bathroom and rids herself of any evidence that sheâd been crying before she heads to the room Tashi told her sheâd be in. She creeps past her friendâs dadâs door so she doesnât wake him and alert him that neither she nor Tashi were in bed. As she gets off the elevator on the boysâ floor she straightens as she goes to knock on the door, hearing the faint sounds of lips smacking and moaning.Â
That makes her feel worse then she did when Trevor told her she wasnât worth the hassle.
Heaven turns on her heel and goes back to the elevator. Her bare feet pad on the rug of the hotel hallway as she wraps her arms around herself until she gets back to her door.Â
She ties her scarf around her hair before climbing into the bed the girls had been sharing, facing the window. The blinds rattle as the wind blows and the quiet tears on Heavenâs face are dry by the time Tashi slips into the room and into the bed behind Heaven.Â
The bed dips slightly under her weight and suddenly hands are planted onto Heavenâs side. âHev, Iâm backâŚI had fun. Come on, I know youâre awake.â
âI hooked up with them.â
Heaven turns then, laying on her back as Tashi leans over her, her hair making a curtain around her. âWhich one?â
âHmmâŚboth. We didnât have sex or anything butâŚI made out with both of themâŚand then they made out with each other. Sâfun.â Tashi grins, flopping on her back next to her friend.
âTheyâŚever done that before?â
âNopeâ she smiles, popping the âpâ loudly. Both girls burst out into laughter as they think about the difference between their friendship and the two boys they met, so similar yet so different.
âYouâre evil. You fucking homewrecker.â
âAhh, theyâll be alright. Itâll be a good fuckinâ match tomorrowâŚwinner gets my number.âÂ
âTrevor dumped me today.âÂ
Tashi turns on her side at that. Her ever-inspecting eyes scan Heavenâs face before narrowing a little. âNo bullshit? Good fucking riddance. Shouldâve dumped him when I told you to. Damn, wouldâve been an even better match if I knew that earlier. Imagine how theyâd play if the stakes were the winner gets both of us at the same time.â She laughs, putting her legs under the blankets. âItâd be fucking funny.â
âYeah, T. Fucking hilarious.â
Tashi is at the courts by 5 am the next morning, and Heaven is running on the beach. She normally loves training with here friend, but right now, she needs a fucking break. Being drilled about the audition or talking about this deathmatch for Tashiâs phone number doesnât feel like something she wants to do right now.
Still, her and Tashiâs workout playlist blasts in her ears as she fights the sandâs resistance, panting out breaths to Lose My Breath by Destinyâs Child. That is until she sees something moving out of the corner of her eye.Â
Itâs the blond one. She wasnât sure which oneâs name was which, but to her, the blond one was the cuter one. She liked his smile and he looked like he had a nice body under his baggy shirt yesterday. His tight athletic tank today shows her sheâs right. Popping an earbud out, Heaven slows to jogging in place, offering him a smile. âGood morning.â
âGood morning, youâre up early, arenât you?â
âMight not play tennis, but Iâm still an athlete. I get up at 4:30 everyday. Clearly you do too.â
âUh,â he adjusts his cap on his unruly blond hair before covering it back up, matching pace with her in her jog. âNot really, but the match is in a couple hours and I gotta explain to my family how to watch it. Thereâs a lot of them. And Patrick snores.â
âI see. Well, youâre gonna have to get used to it if youâre gonna get with Tashi.â His mouth opens and closes at that, like heâs shocked she knows heâs interested in her friend. âShe told me about the stakes for todayâŚand the other stuff.âÂ
He falters in his step at that, placing his hands on his hips as he laughs in disbelief, before pulling her shirt over his mouth for a second to hide his face, ears red. âYou guys share everything, huh?â
âApparently you do too.â Heaven laughs, pausing in her jog to stretch her leg when she feels tightness in it, bending over to work the muscles. If her eyes hadnât slipped closed she would see Artâs eyes dart to her backside before looking away in an attempt to be respectful. He absently thinks that Patrick is right. Hot girls usually are friends with other hot girls. âBut Iâm rooting for youâŚuhâŚ?â
âOh, Art. Iâm Art.â he breathes, willing his eyes not to slip again.
âUm, yeah, but nobody calls me that. Except my grandma when Iâm in trouble.â He blushes. Heaven straightens, and offers him a pretty smile.
âIf one of you is gonna be seeing Tashi, I need to know your full name. Iâm sure you can carry the speech to the other one too. If you hurt her, you die, Iâll kill you little white boy, you get it right?âÂ
âRight.â he hums, rocking on his feet. âSo, you guys are close huh? She talked about you a lot last night. Fucking hates your boyfriend.â
âYeah, well, she wonât have to worry about him anymore. Done. As of last night actually. Tashi was saying she wishes wouldâve known that before your little bargain. Then, it would be both her and my number on the line. What can you do?â Heaven shrugs absently. She was flirting a little. Sue her. Sheâd just been dumped and was finally free to start having fun. All summer sheâd been traveling with Tashi, being a good little doting girlfriend, turning down every hot guy she met. Only ever having one slip up, with Tashi. She knew they both were into her friend, she didnât expect anything-
âSo raise the stakes.âÂ
Heavenâs eyes widen as Art looks at her earnestly, looking embarrassed by his own words. âWhat?â she laughs.
âYou canâŚdefinitely tell me to fuck offâŚbutâŚwe would be interested in having your number added to theâŚpot? Fuck, that sounds awful, Patrick and I want your number too. I want your number too. If thatâs okay.â
âAnd you wanna play for it?â
âThose are the rules right?âÂ
Heaven observes the man in front of her. Boyish. Cute. And nervous. He doesnât know how hot he is. Not like his friend. Not like Tashi. He doesnât know what he looks like. And he seems sweet enough, nervous to offend them, but determined enough to push past the embarrassment to get what he wants. âTashiâs rules. Not mine. Do you guys want to play for my number?â
His jaw sets slightly as he looks her up and down. âI wanna earn it.âÂ
âOkay, winner gets Tashiâs number. And mine.âÂ