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"Natalie?"
"Hmm?" Nat asked, kicking the soccer ball.
"She's staring at you again," Shauna said.
Nat didn't have to ask to know who she was referring to.
Misty Quigley was sitting on the bleachers, staring straight at Nat.
"That's odd," Nat said, clearing her throat.
"What did you expect?" Taissa Turner asked.
"It's Misty. She's weird."
"Come on," Jackie chided Taissa.
"Be nice to her."
Shauna rolled her eyes and offered a half-hearted apology.
Taissa merely looked away and mumbled something.
"C'mon," Jackie said.
"We'd better go back and change."
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In the locker room, Nat was pulling on her clothing as slowly as possible.
"Coming Nat?" Jackie asked.
"Yeah, in a minute," Nat said.
"Okay," Jackie said, with a shrug, leaving the room.
Nat heard a slight click, which she ignored.
The only one left in the room besides Nat was Misty, who was completely lost in her own world.
Nat waited a few minutes before digging into her bag.
She sighed, taking a drag from her cigarette.
Jesus, this had been a long day.
"You're not supposed to smoke in here."
Nat let out a groan, before opening her eyes.
"Misty, it doesn't matter," she said.
"I'm pretty sure it's a health hazard. Probably a fire hazard, too,’’ Misty said.
Goddamnit.
"Uh-huh," Nat said, trying her best to tune Misty out.
"Natalie!"
Misty grabbed the cigarette from Nat's hand.
"Misty, what the fuck?" Nat cried out, launching herself towards Misty.
Misty tried to side-step Nat.
"You should thank me for trying to protect your health!’’
"Misty, I don't give a damn about your judgments related to my fucking smoking."
Misty dropped the cigarette before stamping it out.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Misty!" Nat said.
"I'm sorry!" Misty said.
"I'm just worried about you!"
Nat ignored her.
She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, yanking open the locker room door.
Only the door didn't open.
Fuck.
Nat grabbed the door handle and pulled harder.
Still nothing.
"Natalie? What's going on?"
"Fuck off, Misty," Nat said.
"But Natalie -"
"Misty, I swear to God, if you don’t leave me alone-’’
"Okay," Misty said, quietly.
"Sorry."
Nat rolled her eyes and yanked the door handle again.
It still wasn't budging.
She slammed into the door, but it still didn't move.
"Natalie?" Misty asked, nervously twisting a curl around her finger.
"What?" Nat snapped.
"What's wrong with the door?"
"Nothing! It's fine!" Nat said.
"Go back to whatever it was you were doing.’’
"We're stuck, aren't we?" Misty asked.
Nat sighed.
"Yeah, Misty, we're stuck."
"Oh.’’
Nat furiously paced the floor.
Okay, they could get out of here.
Somebody would realize she or Misty was missing.
Her stomach sank.
Actually, that wasn't true.
Nobody would be looking for her.
Hopefully Misty would have better luck.
"Can you pick locks?" Misty asked.
"Yeah, why?" Nat asked.
"You could try picking the lock."
"Huh."
Had Misty goddamn Quigley actually come up with a good idea?
"Do you have a hairpin?" Nat asked.
Misty rummaged around through her bag.
"No," she said.
"Check Jackie's locker."
Nat obliged.
"Hell yeah," she muttered, grabbing a bobby pin.
Misty brightened.
"Did you get it?"
"Uh-huh," Nat said.
She bent down in front of the door and jiggled the pin into the lock.
The pin was a little too small, but Nat could make it work.
Nat felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Natalie!"
"Fuck!" Nat said, jumping.
"Sorry!" Misty said.
"I-I didn't mean to scare you."
Nat ran her hands through her hair.
"Maybe don't touch people without permission."
Misty nodded.
"Right. Sorry."
Nat sighed and turned her attention back to the door.
The hairpin had been shoved awkwardly into the lock.
Fuck, that's not good, Nat thought.
She tried to pull the pin out.
Half of the pin fell out, the other half was still stuck in the door.
"Fuck me,'' Nat mumbled.
"Well, Misty," she said.
"It looks like we'll be here for awhile."
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Nat and Misty had been sitting in silence for God knows how long.
Nat reached into her backpack and pulled out her lighter.
Misty opened her mouth.
"I-"
"Don't," Nat said.
"We're fucking trapped in here. At least let me smoke."
Misty nodded.
"Okay," she said, quietly.
Nat lit her cigarette.
"Are you scared?" Misty asked, abruptly.
"What? Fuck no," Nat said.
That was a lie.
Nat wasn't easily startled but they'd been trapped in here for hours, and the school was a little eerie at night.
"You're so much braver than me,'' Misty said.
Nat couldn't see Misty very well, but she could see that the other girl was shivering.
"Hey," she said.
"It's fine, Misty. Someone will let us out tomorrow."
Misty nodded, avoiding Nat's glance.
"Fuck," Nat said.
"What did I say wrong?"
"Nothing!" Misty said.
"I just assumed that you didn't like me."
"Misty, fuck, I like you just fine," Nat said.
"I just don't like it when you steal my cigs.’’
Nat could see the outline of Misty's smile.
"Your shoulder," she said.
"Huh?"
Has Misty gone completely insane?
"Your shoulder is, um, hurt," Misty said.
"Oh."
Nat looked down at her shoulder, which had a large, deep cut that was dripping blood.
"Fuck."
She should never have slammed into the fucking door.
"I-I could treat it," Misty said.
"If you want me to."
"Oh, uh, sure, whatever," Nat said.
Misty nodded.
"I have a First Aid kit in my locker."
"You…..do?"
Nat did a double take.
"The fuck," she muttered.
Misty retrieved her First Aid kit and sat next to Nat.
She gently prodded Nat's injured shoulder.
"Ow."
"Sorry! Damn, this is really bad."
"Whatever," Nat said.
Misty rubbed an alcohol wipe against Nat's shoulder.
Natalie winced.
"Sorry!" Misty said, even though Natalie hadn't said anything.
"This will just take a second."
She wrapped a bandage around Natalie's shoulder.
"There."
Nat exhaled.
"Thanks," she muttered.
"Of course!" Misty chirped.
Nat let out a dry laugh.
"I cannot believe that you have a fucking First Aid kit in your locker."
Misty tilted her head to the side, a quizzical expression on her face.
"It came in handy, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Nat said.
"I guess so."
Misty smiled before shivering again.
"Hey, Quigley," Nat said.
"You have nothing to be scared of."
"Oh, I'm not scared," Misty said.
"Well, okay, I'm a little bit scared but not, like, shaking scared. I don't shake that much even when I am scared, though, of course. I'm-I'm just cold."
"Oh," Nat nodded, trying to process everything Misty had said.
"Well, shit," she said.
"If you're cold then you can wear my jacket."
Misty brightened.
"Really?"
"Yeah, of course," Nat said, tossing her leather jacket to Misty.
"Thank you!’’ Misty said, wrapping the jacket around herself.
Nat looked down and started playing with her lighter.
"Nat?"
"What?" Nat asked.
"Can I, uh, can I call you that?"
"Sure, why?" Nat asked.
"Can I touch you?"
A weird but not unwelcome warm feeling spread from Nat's stomach to the rest of her body.
"Yeah, I guess."
Nat felt Misty's hand against her arm.
"You're freezing!" Misty said.
"Misty, it's no big deal," Nat said.
"Natalie! Don't say that!" Misty said.
"Come here."
She pulled Nat closer to her.
"Here. If we stay close, we can share."
"I-"
Nat opened her mouth to protest, but decided against it.
She was pretty goddamn cold.
Reluctantly, she snuggled up next to Misty.
Misty draped the jacket across Natalie.
Nat exhaled.
"See?" Misty exclaimed.
"I knew you were cold!"
"Yeah, yeah," Nat said.
"Shut up, Misty."
Misty stayed quiet.
Shit, Natalie internally cursed herself.
"Misty," she said.
"I'm….fucking sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"It's fine," Misty said, coolly.
"I'm used to it."
"You shouldn't be," Natalie said.
"What did you say?" Misty asked.
"That people shouldn't tell you to shut up," Natalie said.
She could swear she saw the ghost of a smile on Misty's lips.
"Thanks," she said.
Misty reached out to touch Natalie's hand.
"You don't like this, do you?"
Natalie scoffed.
"Yeah, no shit, Misty," she said.
"I don't like being stuck here."
"Huh," Misty said.
"I could've sworn it was something else."
Natalie clenched her teeth.
"Well, at least we're safe in here,'' Misty said.
"That's good. Great, actually. If we were outside and it started snowing we'd freeze to death."
"Geez, thanks, Misty," Natalie said.
"You're welcome! Not to mention the wild animals. Well, actually, not too many out here, since we're not, like, out in the wilderness or anything but there could still be wild dogs or something like that."
Natalie just rolled her eyes as Misty chattered on about the various ways they could die.
She snapped back to reality as she felt Misty gently massaging her palms.
"Don't worry," Misty said.
"It'll be okay."
"I'm-"
Nat started to say that she wasn't worried but eventually decided against it.
"Thanks," she said.
"I'm tired, Misty. Go to bed."
"Okay! Yeah, that's fine!'' Misty chirped.
Nat rolled over and closed her eyes.
A few moments later, she heard the unmistakable sound of Misty's voice.
"Natalie? Are you awake?"
"No," Nat said.
"Go to sleep."
"Really? Cuz if you were asleep, you wouldn't be talking."
Natalie sighed.
"Okay, Misty," she said.
"What did you want?"
"I can't sleep," Misty said.
"Okay," Nat said.
"Do you want something?"
Misty opened her mouth before closing it again.
"Come on, Misty," Nat said.
"Spit it out. What do you want?"
Misty immediately kissed Natalie.
Oh.
Nat hadn't been expecting that.
Surprisingly, she didn't mind.
It wasn't as if Nat hadn't pictured herself kissing women before (because she definitely had).
She just hadn't pictured herself kissing Misty before.
Misty pulled away.
"I'm so, so, so sorry. Oh my God, I definitely should not have done that. I'm sorry, I'm so stupid-"
Nat closed her eyes.
"Misty."
"If you don't want to even talk to me again, I get it."
"Misty."
"I can't even tell you how sorry I am! I'm just-"
Goddamnit, Misty.
Nat grabbed Misty by her sweater and kissed her.
Misty's eyes widened.
Misty's lips tasted like cherry and vanilla and she was just a little bit hesitant, and, God, she was hot.
Reluctantly, Nat pulled away.
"Was that a suitable answer?"
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"Natalie!"
"What does she want?" Nat heard Taissa say.
"Fuck off, Turner," Nat muttered, as she jogged over to Misty.
"Hey."
"Natalie, hi!" Misty squeaked.
"So, about last night-"
"Lucky the janitor let us out, huh?"
"Yeah," Misty said.
"I, um-"
She fiddled with something in her hand.
"If-if you, uh, if you had fun last night, maybe we could, um-"
Natalie smirked and leaned closer.
"Misty," she said.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
Misty nodded.
"Uhh, I-I maybe."
"I'd love to," Nat said.
"Tomorrow night at 9 work for you?"
Misty nodded.
"Cool."
Nat turned around to go back to practice.
"Nat, wait -"
Misty pressed a piece of paper into Nat's hand.
Her number.
"Call me," she whispered.
Natalie laughed.
God, who'd have thought she'd be dating Misty fucking Quigley?