You weren’t meant to find out, that’s the bottom line.

It was a stupid game going on between her and the Yellowjackets. Harmless, till it wasn’t.

The ‘game’ started off as a joke, Tai made a bet that Natalie wasn’t going to have a date to prom—and Nat, the competitive asshole she is, took the bait. The catch was, Tai got to choose. And as soon as she caught sight of you, she knew you were the one.

You were lounging on the brick wall, a song on your walkman playing through your headphones—sketching on your late homework for bio.

You were minding your business when Natalie came up to you—you’d seen her in person, of course (one of the star players on the girls soccer team, buzz buzz buzz!), but you’d never conversed. She asked you out on a date. A simple ask. You’d flushed and accepted.

You spent more and more time together, and you’d really caught feelings—and well… Nat, she did too.

She’d gone downstairs, something about dinner—she’d left her phone upstairs with you… it’s constant buzzing (and foolish curiosity) got to you and you’d snooped—only to see…

tai 🐻: how’s the bet going, nat?

jacks ❄️: Has she caught feelings yet?

saint laura lee 😇: Isn’t this mean, guys? She hasn’t done anything wrong!

And then the splurge of “Shut up, Laura Lee”.

You put the phone down when you heard footsteps stomping upstairs—Nat, with her hot pocket on a paper plate and a little smile on her face, going in for a sweet kiss.