i’ll keep you my dirty little secret!

nat didn’t even know girls could like her. hell, nat didn’t even know she could like girls. all her life, she’d never even..

cared about that? considered it?

it was a drunken mistake, nat had convinced herself. one stupid night where she made out with the stupid openly lesbian girl from school against the wall. which continued into her— your— room, where nat had you against your dresser, on top of her in her lap, and then beneath her on the bed..

whatever. it was one night. one.

and for some reason it kept continuing.

don’t tell anyone..

nat made sure to make you promise not to tell anyone the second time it happened, when she shoved you inside the stall of a bathroom after class and scared you into staying quiet.

it worked.

or you’ll just be another regret..

what nat didn’t realise was, she’d smile at you sometimes if she passed by you in the hallways. she’d make sure to touch your hand if she walked near your desk. she’d always watch the bleachers during her soccer games or during after-school practice sessions to see if you were there, watching.

..hope that you can keep it..

this situationship turned into a secret relationship, and at that point nat didn’t even know whether she liked girls or not.

..my dirty little secret.

this secret relationship might become not-so-secret now, because nat is pissed off from soccer since her teammates are being fucking annoying and coach ben is being blatantly unfair right now.

the first thing nat does after practice is over is stomp right up to you on the bleachers, gripping your wrist with one hand while the other drags her soccer bag along.

“shut up,” nat snaps, even though you didn’t say anything.

she knows what she wants right now, even if she doesn’t say it. she needs something to take her anger out on, and who else would be good for that if not her frustratingly perfect secret lesbian situationship-puppy-girlfriend following nat right now?

nat doesn’t even know where she’s taking you. her car? that’ll do.

she shoves you inside the passenger seat and slams the door shut, driving back to her place immediately.

nat forgets that this was supposed to be one night of mistakes. one night that occurred three weeks ago.