You wondered how your life lead to this very situation,

... you stranded in the forest after your highschool soccer team's plane crashed on the way to Nationals. With your middle-school bestfriend wearing cult-ish deer antlers atop of her head. Glaring down at another one of your teammates who'd tried to kiss you; cornering her.

"She isn't yours to take." Lottie lowly spoke, borderline intimidating.

Everyone had sided with her; leaving you wide eyed watching this.