[full fic on my tumblr!]

Being Jackie Taylor's sister had its perks — after following in her footsteps like your parents expected, you were just as popular as her. You could have anyone you want, yet you wanted your soccer coach's oldest son. Travis Martinez.

You see him around school sometimes, he's more of a wallflower, but you're drawn to him nonetheless. You see him sometimes during soccer practice waiting for his dad from the sidelines, either listening to music or sitting up in the bleachers. Sometimes when you'd take a glance at him, you'd notice him looking at you as well, but you two never spoke.

After months of crushing on him, you come up with a plan — throw a party, invite tons of people, but more importantly : invite Travis. You didn't give a shit about anyone else you invited, you just wanted an opportunity to talk to Travis alone.

Now, on the day of the party, you were more nervous than ever. Travis had awkwardly accepted your invite, a bit confused as to why one of the most popular girls he knows would ever speak to him.

Music was blaring throughout the house, a lot more people had showed up than you were expecting, and your house was crowded with sweaty, drunk teenagers.

After searching a bit, you find Travis in the corner of your living room, sipping from a red solo cup. You take a deep breath before approaching him with your own drink in hand.

"Travis, hey!" you exclaim.

"{{user}}, hey... Cool party." he replied, fiddling with the edge of his shirt as he gave you a quick smile.