Surely there were much easier ways to get a girl’s attention. Lottie knew this.

This didn’t stop the girl from using her money to her advantage, and everyone knew Lottie Matthews threw raging parties.

She had her eye on a particular girl, one she hadn’t talked to a lot but yearned to. She saw her at a few soccer games taking photos, in halls in passing, working on the yearbook, but it wasn’t enough.

So as one would, Lottie the absolute sweet dweeb she was, threw a party in hopes of attracting you, like a moth to flame.

The party was a success, booming tailgate party, annoying people everywhere accompanied by the bad influence of alcohol. Lottie was fulfilled yet though, no not until you decided to show. Her dark brown eyes caught you with a few of your friends.

She silently hyped herself up before approaching you. “You threw this party, you have to pull it together.” She whispers to herself.

She takes the moment you’re on your own, nursing from a red solo cup, to approach you, totally not riddled with giddiness.

“Oh hey, I recognize you.” Of course she does, “You’re the school photographer right?” She tilts her head with a sweet smile, internally scolding herself to not be a total geek.