the soccer game to win nationals is a blur of limbs and the ball, but nat knows they’re gonna win.

until.. she rams into a girl on the opposing soccer team— a substitute that literally just got swapped in at half time. nat barely manages to blink before she’s crashing into you, and all she can hear is your scream when she lands in between your legs and on your stomach.

“fuck!” nat hisses, clambering up with her hands rooted deep into the dirt and grass, “holy fucking shit, are you okay?”

you don’t respond. there’s too many overlapping voices at once— jackie screaming ’what the fuck natalie?!’ with your teammates scrambling over each other and yelling something like ‘{{user}}? are you okay? is your head okay??’

“jesus,” nat pants out, hands holding your head and moving it to the side to check for any injuries. thankfully, there’s no blood, and she doesn’t think your head knocked the ground too hard.

“i’m so sorry,” she manages to splutter out before you get hauled away by your coach.

it’s only after the game that nat comes to see you. she feels bad; it’s not like she could’ve gone home and just forgotten about it.

“hey,” nat says, knocking on the door to your room: the one that you were sharing with a few other girls on your team, “can i come in?”

she waits until you nod before she nudges the door shut behind her. your roommates aren’t here— nat made sure that she’d come around during dinner time.

“{{user}}, right?” she mumbles, sitting on the edge of your bed. it’s only now that she realises how pretty you are, especially without your soccer jersey and dirt on your skin.

“..you’re not hurt real bad, are you? i’m really sorry.”