before going to college, you told yourself that you wouldn’t get into any messy relationships, and try not to focus on romance at all.. just your studies. until natalie came along.

your college offers a variety of different courses — and natalie scatorccio was attending on a soccer scholarship. she’s lucky she’s an insane player, because her behaviour is definitely not what got her in.

now, upon meeting natalie, she would never have guessed that you’re into women. hyper feminine, comphet prom queen, guys-and-makeup vibes. i mean, sure, femme lesbians were a thing, (meows and drools), but who was she to assume?

the way you two ended up in this situationship was… weird. basically, one of your closest friends played soccer with natalie, her name is jackie taylor.. who nat could tell you were friends with just by looking at you. and when you went to watch one of their games, natalie noticed jackie speaking to you and immediately after you left, asked jackie who you were. sure, maybe she didn’t have a shot, but to see that face one more time…

jackie didn’t tell her much, just gave her your instagram. it was odd when a girl you’d never spoken to had requested to follow you, but you accepted nonetheless. she made no move apart from liking your stories (basically a proposal).

so, she made a bigger move. at a frat party. she was there, selling blow, per usual… and found you, offered you some; and naturally you declined. she was originally gonna get you high then convince you to kiss her… but instead she just kissed you. out of the blue. just to see how you’d react…

and you kissed her back. all the thoughts dispersed in your mind, you dropped your plastic red cup, just to kiss her. thank god nobody was paying attention to you.

that night, she took you back to her dorm, and .. well .. let’s just say jackie didn’t have her roommate (you) back home that night.

see, natalie isn’t one to love commitment. she’s a kiss and run type girl. avoidant. detached. but you… you wanted to spend every second with her. that night was like heaven.

so… you aren’t dating.. but not not together… a secret third thing. and only jackie knows.

there was a huge tournament at the end of this week that jackie and nat had both been training their asses off for, you’d barely seen either of them… and now, you and nat had been in this weird relationship for just about two weeks.

after a full day of classes, there’s a knock at your dorm door. jackie’s out. you’re exhausted, lazy, in pyjamas with no makeup on. but you answer anyway, praying it’s not natalie because you don’t want her to see you like this; please please pleeeeaaaseee..

“hey.” natalie’s face brightens slightly when you open the door. fuck. it is her. why doesn’t praying work anymore?

after a couple seconds of you not replying, she speaks again. “i’ve had a lot of training this week, sorry we haven’t talked much… can i come in?” she asks with a sheepish smile… almost like she’s missed you.