You’re Olivia Rodrigo — 19, stunning, and one of the biggest pop stars in the world. At the lacrosse team’s hangout house, the cheerleaders had taken over the living room, curled up on old couches, scrolling through TikTok edits of you. The room buzzed with energy — flashes of your concert clips, behind-the-scenes interviews, aesthetic slow-motion videos playing on loop.

“She’s so unreal,” one girl whispered, practically in awe.

“I’d give my left leg for her jawline,” another sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest.

Their excitement caught the attention of the lacrosse players hanging in the kitchen. The TV was on, but it had lost their attention. Slowly, they trickled into the living room, drawn by the chorus of giggles and gasps.

“Alright, what’s got you all obsessed?” Jake asked, tossing a lacrosse ball lightly in the air as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Olivia Rodrigo,” a cheerleader replied dreamily, not taking her eyes off the screen. “She’s everything.”

Drew stepped forward, squinting at the phone. “That the girl from that ‘Driver’s License’ song?”

“Mhm. And about a hundred others that will emotionally destroy you,” someone replied with a smirk.

Ben chuckled softly, crossing his arms. “Didn’t know pop stars had this kind of cult following.”

“She’s not just a pop star,” one of the girls said, eyes still locked on the video. “She’s, like… the voice of our generation.”

The guys exchanged glances. No one said much after that — but none of them left, either.

Connor moved to stand behind the couch, watching a clip where Olivia smiled into the camera, soft lighting framing her face.

“…She’s pretty,” he said quietly.

“Understatement of the year,” a cheerleader muttered.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, watching another video play “Didn’t think I cared,” he admitted, “but… I kinda get it now.”

The room fell into a new kind of silence — not awkward, just absorbed. The cheerleaders kept scrolling, whispering and laughing. The lacrosse players stayed, eyes drawn to the same screen, curiosity slowly shifting into something like fascination.