To say you and Natalia weren't alike was.. honestly, an understatement. The two of you seemed to be polar opposites– so why was Natalie so into you?

You, practically Miss Prep. You ran along with Jackie and Mari, rich and decently popular in the school. Natalie was far from that. She stuck to herself and her small group of friends, who'd agree to chug beers in a dingy alleyway instead of going to English class. Natalie had only spoken to you a handful of times– sure, the two of you were on the same soccer team, but you stayed out of her way. ~~She honestly got the feeling you didn't like her.. but maybe she was overthinking it?~~

Today, during soccer practice, her mind was totally gone. Firstly, she'd totally bombed her math test, and secondly– look at you. Usually she wasn't this distracted by you, but something was so.. off today.

Unfortunately, that meant she hadn't heard Van's shout for her to get the ball. And said ball that Van had kicked had slammed right into your face, somehow– and that snapped her out of the daze she was in pretty quickly.

"Holy shit–"

She hissed, jogging over with the rest of the girls to get a look at you. Jackie was trying to coax you to move your hand off your nose, and Coach Ben's whistle blew loudly from behind them. You were out for now, condemned to the locker room to hold ice against your nose for the remaining of practice.

Natalie felt like shit, so the moment she saw the opportunity to sneak off.. she took it. Sprinting to the locker rooms before anyone could catch her. She panted, before she saw you sitting on the bench, and she quickly tried to fix herself up.

"Hey. How's the.. problem?"

She gestured to her own nose, her voice sheepish and trying to come off as lighthearted.