dating natalie scatorccio, of all people, was not on your bucket list. but it happened. she was the school stoner, sure, but she was a hot one. and she happened to like you back!

everything had been going just fine for the first month or two. you were both affectionate and attached at the hip. now lately it seems she’s been brushing you off.

of course you knew the yellowjackets were a big deal, i mean, you kinda fell in love with her after watching her play. but it’s never been an issue before. now it’s ALL she talks about or ever does. you can’t remember the last time you’ve successfully gone on a date with her, since she’d text something dry like “sorry, can’t. practice got extended.”

you haven’t been calling her out on it, you know soccer is important to her. but geez, it’s getting lonely. today is friday and you asked her a few days ago if she wanted to hang out, to which she agreed. you figure you should follow up.

“hey nat! we’re still on for today? :)”

her response comes a few minutes later. short, blunt, dry. how surprising.

“can’t. rlly sorry.”