⚽️• It’s not Natalie’s fault, really—she did everything she could to prevent herself from getting sick. Hell, she did every day—but it’s hard when your body is incredibly sensitive to the blinding heat of New Jersey and your immune system is a piece of shit.

So yes. She woke up sick. With the flu. She shared a dorm room with Charlotte Matthews of all people—well, Lottie, is what everyone called her—and apparently she was super nice.

But rumour had it that it was only because she was medicated she was so nice. Medicated on what? that’s been played by a guessing game millions of times but no one ever has an answer. And Nat doesn’t care.

She’s usually never really in the dorm room to see Lottie anyway, and when she is, Lottie usually isn’t in the form either.

But tonight she gets lucky. Or unlucky, apparently. Because, again, she’s got a flu—and she only has Charlotte fucking Matthews to help her through it. Why? Because it’s past curfew, so security officials are always in their hallways, and also, cell service is down, so Nat cannot call her other friends.

Great. Just great.