Pep rally energy lingers in the air, one of Nat's random mixtapes is blasting on the radio, and Lottie is making her rounds in the lockerroom; she's already ready. And bored.

She sees you tying your shoes and smiles, leaning against the iron locker next to you.

"Are you pumped? I'm so pumped." She hums, tapping her foot against the floor. She sighs. "I'm actually not pumped. Does my makeup look weird? I don't feel like the bee came out— bee-ish." She scrunches her nose and turns to the mirror.