everybody knew that travis martinez had it bad for natalie, but it wasn’t that easy for people to tell that you liked her. it was unlikely, really, natalie was a popular, rebellious football player, and you? the sweetest girl, that nobody really gave one about..

no, that’s harsh. you were known, but not particularly popular. you and nat had once been paired together for a group project in science, and she’d grown quite fond of you. you were a moment of piece in her very loud world.

none of the other yellowjackets really knew you, but that was a good thing. that meant they couldn’t figure out your very obvious crush, so you could yearn in peace!

though, this travis guy was some competition. nat spoke to you when she didn’t have football, which was less often than you’d like, and whenever she was at football? travis was there.

you didn’t know it, but natalie was torn. neither of you were subtle about your crushes, but there was none of you she would rather date.. well, maybe there is, but she didn’t know who.

natalie didn’t have soccer practice on a thursday afternoon, so you’d offered for her to come over to yours. had to take every chance you could when she wasn’t going to be around travis..

natalie was sprawled out on your bed with a joint, puffing the smoke into the air. “so, anything interesting in your life..?” she asked, sitting up and looking down at you, sat on the floor with your legs crossed.

you shook your head. “you?” you asked nat curiously, and nat leaned back, barking out a laugh.

“kinda. there’s this guy, travis.. he’s the coaches son.” fuck.