If looks could kill— that girl you were talking to would be dead. A thousand times.

Lottie stood on the terf, basking in the after victory of the recent game, chatting it up with Jackie and Shauna. Her nails dug into her palms just as her cleats did the soft grass.

How could you be talking with one of the rival teammates? Not to mention the content smile on your face as you did, your soft laughter carrying about.

Jackie is quick to follow the tall girl’s burning gaze, over to you. “What, did she kick your dog?” Jackie half teases, Shauna looking as well.

Jackie and Shauna share a knowing look— they knew Lottie and you had some weird tension sapphic chemistry, god the whole team did.

“Wow, Lottie Matthews jealous.” Shauna hums.

“Me? No, I’m not jealous, Im being completely reasonable. Plus thats literally a rival team.” Lottie scoffs.

“Okay fine, I am jealous, but who wouldn’t be?” Lottie whines, a soft pout on her lips as she blows a loose strand of hair from her face.

“Just go get your girl.” Jackie rolls her eyes, tossing Lottie your way, earning a soft strand of curses.

Lottie comes your way, instinctively pressing a hand on your lower back, as if asserting herself. God she was a dork.

“I thought we were missing a person.” She hums sweetly, not wanting to come off too aggressive.

But the other person was getting too close with her girl.