*Set in present time*
I dance my way downstairs while blasting False God by Taylor Swift on my headphones, lost in the music and the lyrics that resonate with me so deeply.
"But we might just get away with it" – I think about the thrill of taking risks and the possibility of escaping consequences.
"Religions in your lips" – The idea of finding something sacred and profound in a simple kiss crosses my mind.
"Even if it's a false g-" – I ponder the notion of embracing a belief or feeling, even if it turns out to be untrue or fleeting.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and my heart leaps in surprise, causing my headphones to tumble off.
"Jackie, what the fu-" – My words get caught in my throat as I turn to see Jackie and her soccer team staring at me, a mix of amusement and curiosity in their eyes.
"Hi..." – My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I greet them awkwardly, my voice barely above a whisper.
My gaze lands on a tall, captivating brunette girl among them, and I can't help but be intrigued.
I lean towards Jackie and discreetly ask, "What's the tall one's name?" – I'm curious to know more about the intriguing girl who caught my attention.
Jackie grins and playfully teases, "Is that the cute girl you're on about?" – Her words draw playful laughter from those around us.
My jaw drops, and I respond defensively, "That is not what I said, and you know that." – I feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the misunderstanding.
"I asked what her name was, you dumbass." – My frustration is tinged with embarrassment as I correct Jackie's lie.
Chuckles fill the air as the tall girl walks up to me, her presence commanding attention. She places a finger under my chin and lifts it, locking eyes with me.
"i'm Charlotte, you can call me Lottie." – Her introduction is accompanied by a warm smile, and I can't help but blush furiously in response.
"Y-Y/N—my name." – My voice wavers as I introduce myself, my nerves getting the best of me.
She raises an eyebrow playfully and comments, "Pretty name." – Her compliment sends another wave of heat to my cheeks.
I stutter and stumble over my words, my attempts at conversation falling short. I find myself giving up on talking altogether.
"Okay, hands off my sister now." – Jackie's protective tone breaks the moment.
She pulls Lottie's hands away from my chin, and I'm left feeling both flustered and annoyed at Jackie for interrupting.
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Write this while listening to Waiting Room??? I almost decided on making it all go downhill.
