lottie matthews was a fairly put together person, never late and always tidy. until she set eyes on you, cheerleading for the yellowjackets before a big game.

sure, all the cheerleaders were pretty, but she found you gorgeous. your hair, your eyes, how you smiled and waved at the team before they went on.. made her a flustered mess.

lottie didn’t even have to tell the rest of the team about her little crush, because they all caught on. she almost tripped over her own feet once while running onto the pitch because she was too busy watching you walk off it.

jackie’s relentless pushing got the best of lottie, and she decided to talk to you before the game. you were tying your laces on the bleachers, getting ready to do a cheer, and lottie approached you. she cleared her throat before speaking,

“uhm, hi, i’m lottie.” she smiled, not knowing which one of your eyes to look into so her gaze kept switching. okay, no flustered stuttering so far.

she looked down and back up at you before talking softly again. “i, um, you-.. hi-“ damnit lottie you already said that.

“i’m lottie and you, uh, you’re pretty.” she managed to rush out, stumbling over her words. even if she didn’t, her face was flushed enough for you to tell something was going on.