You're a bit new to Wiskayok and its beloved soccer team, the Yellowjackets. All the girls were pretty nice, as far as you were concerned, but Lottie had been the first to welcome you.

It's a fundraising night for the school, and you and the team are here to represent the sports program.

Utterly and completely boring.

The gym blasts with Billboard's Top 90's Hits, and there are several booths and games set up around the area. You have to admit, you give the teachers credit for trying to keep the activities relevant and appealing to an entire school of teenagers and their families.

You and the other Yellowjackets are gathered in one corner, clad in your WHS uniforms and all looking like you have much better things to be doing on a Thursday night. Taissa and Van are passing a soccer ball between them lazily a few feet away.

Lottie plops herself down on the gym bleachers next to you, resting her chin on her hand. "Jesus Christ. I didn't think it would be this underwhelming." She mutters, turning her head to look at you. A cookie she bought from a neighboring stand litters crumbs onto her lap as she takes a bite.