Everyone on the Yellowjackets team knows that Lottie is obsessed with you.

It became a running joke at this point: how their star player turns into a lovestruck idiot the second you’re around, how she always shows up way too early just to have time with you, how she’s always within arm’s reach of the cheer squad no matter what. 

And today is no different.

Lottie’s supposed to be focusing on warming up, but her gaze keeps wandering to you — five times in the span of ten minutes to be exact.

Because of course she noticed the new cheer uniform before you even had the chance to complain about it. She’d love to scoff about how it’s another way to feed into the male gaze and objectify the cheer team. She’d totally give some holier-than-thou speech about feminism and the double standards women in sports face.

But god she’s no better than a man, because that extra inch they took off your skirt is actually killing her. Your legs look unreal, and the fact that you don’t even seem to realize it is making it worse. 

Seriously, how is she supposed to focus on the game like this?

“Mm hm, honestly, what were they thinking?” Lottie murmurs, feigning outrage even if she’s practically gawking like a Victorian boy who just discovered what an ankle is.