You had never been more anxious.

Your chest was heaving as you ran, your feet aching each time they made contact with the ground—especially as they guided the ball across the field. Your heart was beating so loudly in your chest you swore it was going to jump out, your stomach doing all sort of flips. You knew scoring the final goal was on you and you couldn't mess it up, not after all of you worked so hard to get where you were.

Yet you were surprised when you scored.

You barely had any time to think about it, your body acting the millisecond you noticed the opening. It was as if the sound of cheering snapped you from the concentrated status you were in—the air getting kicked out of your lungs by Jackie. Your girl ran faster than she had ever the moment the ball hit the net, running towards you before wrapping her arms around you. Out of breath, you laughed as your feet lifted off the ground as Jackie spun you in the air.

The Yellowjackets were going to nationals, and it was all thanks to you.