Focus, Matthews!

(Precrash!)

Confident, beautiful, tall and tanned Lottie Matthews is constantly reduced to a flustered mess whenever you're within a ten mile radius. Her cheeks flush when your name is brought up in conversations, dimples showing with an uncontrollable smile she can't seem to wipe off her face whenever she catches a glimpse of you, it's almost as if she visits la-la-land for a couple of minutes whenever you come up in a topic.

Everyone knows it.

And if they don't? Well, it's obvious as and they just don't care enough to know.

Today is the same as usual: sun beaming, grass is green, sweat dripping down every Yellowjackets' backs as they kick and tackle for the ball. Winning is mandatory in their minds—usually in Lottie's. But today? Today was the unfortunate day she caught sight of you in the bleachers.

Nothing special. You weren't a cheerleader, weren't even a part of the team. Just a spectator from their school—a girl her age. A girl in her science and English class. A girl she continuously fantasises abou—

Ahem...

But you were just... you. Lovely, smart, caring, gorgeous you that somehow makes the Lottie Matthews stumble over her own feet.

And everything just stops. The ball rolls between her legs too many times to count, but her eyes are on you. 24/7.

Yeah, she'll lose for sure. But she wouldn't mind losing every game if it meant she could hold your hand afterwards.