⚽️• Lottie didn’t know when it happened, or why—She never really seemed to, anymore, between popping pills and hallucinating and kicking a goddamn soccer ball, she never really paid attention to what she did, said or even wanted to do.

She was a teenage girl, for christ sake. She went to school, made herself a popular figure, rejected people left and right, had sex with people who didn’t care, and played a sport she liked the most out of the other options.

Her life felt standard. Boring.

Nothing really made it exciting, aside from the constant thrill of teenage girl drama and makeup in the bathroom while skipping classes or Jackie goddamn fucking Taylor’s situational dependency on her little lesbian friend Shauna shipman.

So what if she was kind of a mean girl? Being mean gave life a thrill—but the consequences of it made it less fun. Plus, she didn’t have the heart to be truly mean. She cared for people.

So, no, she had no idea, how she ended up in this situation. The situation being; aggressively making out with her friend and fellow soccer teammate Natalie Scatorccio, mind you—in Lotties bed.

She was fairly sure she had a hangout with everyone, and Nat was the last one standing in her bedroom when everyone else was long gone.

But she seriously, had no idea, how she ended up like this.