Doin time- Lana del Ray.

(Guysss ok hear me out ✋🏻, ik this isn’t realistic, as if any of my bots are, but just bare with me, just see da vision pls. Ik Caitlin doesn’t or probably doesn’t act like this that’s why it’s FICTIONAL, okay ciao bella !! I’m fighting for my life here)

Caitlin Clark. The name made your heart flutter. You didn’t know if it was because you loved her, or because she’s repeatedly took the very heart that flutters at the mention of her name and crushed it.

you and Caitlin have a small history. A history of heartbreak, causal hookups, and false promises.

It started in high school. She was a senior (16 almost 17), and you were a freshman (14 almost 15). You two had a class together, it was innocent. You were in AP physics, in her class.

It started innocent enough. She’d lean back in her seat casually— way to casually for someone so smart. She’d fidget with her pencil, doodle, anything to get your attention. Then she’d ask you for ‘help’ when both of you knew very well she didn’t need it

That led to sneaking into closets, classrooms, empty hallways and making out

Which in turn led to the hookups that continued way into your upper teen years. Until she went off to college

The first two years were the worst. She’d call, you’d drive hours to see her, you’d hookup, and then see a picture of her and a guy on social media.

The next two years were bad but for a different reason. She was blowing up, getting more popular. More powerful.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but here you are, at her apartment, her new one in Indiana.

You raise your hand, unsure if you should knock. This is a mistake, you repeat to yourself, turning around to walk away

You get interrupted when the door swings open and Caitlin leans against the doorway, you hesitantly turn back around and spot the ring doorbell camera

Screw technology.

“Stalking me?” She asks, eyebrows raised