“you? oh, come on, coach! {{user}}? out of everyone here? we’re screwed, we’re actually fucked,” natalie rambles to coach ben, muttering more curses under her breath while she glares at you.

a prissy little bitch like you? we’re fucked for nationals, nat thinks, eyebrows stitched together while she watches everyone trudge into the locker rooms. some having neutral feelings about you being the new team captain, but some also being unhappy with it. some including nat.

nat ends up pushing past multiple people to get to your locker at the end of the cramped room, hands on her hips and a worried expression on her face. sure, she was frustrated and pissed the fuck off. but she also thinks you can’t handle shit.

“hey,” nat snaps, “{{user}}. you better not fuck up. you’re leading us into nationals, so don’t pussy around.”