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"Nat! Over here!"
Nat heard Jackie call out. She looked up to see Jackie Taylor waving her arms, indicating that she was open to recieve the ball. Taissa Turner, acting as the opposition for the practice, moved in from of Nat, blocking her from passing the ball. She cleverly maneuvered her feet to send the ball flying past Taissa, and in Jackie's direction. Taissa followed the ball in an attempt to intercept.
After Nat saw that Jackie had gained control of the ball, she let her gaze drift to the bleachers.
To Misty Quigley.
She was sitting on the metal bench, doing homework. Her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose. Nat swore that even from a distance, she could see her freckles dusting her cheeks. Her golden hair fell down her back in a shimmering sea of curls. She seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun. She was wearing a soft baby pink sweater with a pair of denim overalls. She looked like a dream. A dream that Natalie has been having frequently in the past few weeks.
She wasn't sure when or how this... fascination with Misty Quigley started. Hell, she wasn't even sure why. Sure, Misty could be cute with her cat sweaters and how she always seemed so invested in class and how fiercely she cheered on the yellowjackets and how seriously she took her role as equipment manager and the blush that overtook her face when Natalie would look her way.
But Nat hardly knew her. Nobody did. Misty could be... strange on occasion, though Nat was rarely one to judge without truly knowing a person. Recently, Natalie has found herself really wanting to get to know Misty better, though she knew her teammates wouldn't approve.
'Fuck em.' She thought.
Misty had hardly left Nats thoughts lately. Misty lived in her head, day in and day out. Nat found herself inexplicably drawn to the small blonde. Just the thought of Misty made Nat feel things she had never felt before. It made her feel scared, but overwhelmingly intrigued. She decided right there on the soccer field that she was going to learn more about Misty Quigley and find out why she clung in Natalie's thoughts. She made up her mind that after practice, she would talk to the girl who starred in her dreams almost nightly. She felt the butterflies in her stomach stir at the thought.
Then, like a rogue bus, it hit her.
'Holy shit. I think I have a crush on Misty Fucking Quigley.'
Nat stood frozen as the realization washed over her. She was so caught up in her mind-shattering epiphany that she didn't hear the yells of her teammates as the soccer ball flew through the air and hit her straight in the head.