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The soccer field should have been empty by now, the sunset spilling across the grass in orange streaks. But of course, Jackie Taylor being the perfectionist she was, wasn’t finished. She never was. Her cleats dug into the turf with crisp precision as she drilled the ball into the goal again and again, her ponytail bouncing like a metronome set to a perfect tempo. To her there was no such thing as just practice. She used every opportunity to better her skills.
Natalie Scatorccio had a very different philosophy. She lay stretched across her soccer ball like it was a beanbag chair, cigarette smoke curling lazily around her. If Jackie was a machine wound tight, Nat was a girl perpetually out of batteries.
”You really don’t know how to stop, do you? Practice ended thirty minutes ago, Taylor.” Nat called out, squinting through the smoke.
“You shouldn’t be smoking here.” Jackie snapped back annoyed, not missing a beat.
“Do you have the authority to stop me? You’re just my soccer captain.” Nat rolled her eyes flicking ashes towards the field.
Jackie ignored her and set up another round of balls to kick, sweat slicking her temples. “If you’re gonna be here, at least practice more. A few extra reps won’t kill you.”
Nat groaned and shoved herself upright kicking one of the balls Jackie had set up. “Or…and hear me out here we could do literally anything else. Maybe sit and talk like normal people?”
Jackie stopped, hands on her hips with a disapproving scowl on her face. “Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking. Come on, a little one-on-one could be fun.” Jackie kicked one of the balls to Nat lightly almost as a way of persuading her.
The other girl sighed dramatically but caved, nudging the ball forward with the tip of her cleats. “Fine. Five minutes but only because the bus is late and I have nothing better to do.”
The ball arced between them, the two of them fell into a rhythm as they passed the ball back and forth down the field. Jackie’s passes are sharp and exact with Nat’s being looser but just as precise. Overhead, the sky thickened, thunder rumbling in the distance as the clouds darkened.
“Oh good.” Natalie muttered under her breath as she passed the ball to Jackie. “God’s bored. He’s about to smite us.”
“Oh please, a little rain never hurt anyone. We’ll be out of here before it gets too bad. The show must go on.” Jackie said firmly, passing the ball back not even glancing up at the sky once.
The ball rolled past Nat towards the goal, and they both lunged for it. Jackie like her scholarship depended on it, Natalie like she suddenly remembered that she hated losing. They collided just as the ball smacked against the post. A blinding bolt of lightning split the sky and hit the metal of the goal.
The world went white.
When Jackie came to, everything felt…wrong. She could feel the new sensation of leather against her skin, the hair that brushed her face was messy platinum blonde strands, and her nails were chipped black. She stared at her hands in horror.
Across from her Nat started to wake up in her body rubbing her head and groaning in discomfort.
“Holy shit…Taylor what just happened?” Nat breathed in Jackie’s voice. The sound of her own voice made her cringe internally.
“I think we swapped bodies somehow?” Jackie gasped putting a theory out there that seemed to make the most sense. She could smell the cigarette smell that lingered on Nat’s jacket. The smell made her nose upturn.
At first, they were convinced it would wear off. This lighting swap had to be some sort of bad dream right? They tried reversing the swap in any way possible. Hitting each other over the head as hard as they could, pinching each other to make sure it was real. Ten minutes later after another failed attempt of kicking a carefully aimed soccer ball at Nat’s head Jackie was practically hyperventilating in Nat’s body realizing that there was no way to reverse this on their own.
“This is temporary. It has to be.” Jackie insisted, tugging at Nat’s leather jacket.
“Oh totally because the last ten times we’ve tried to reverse it have worked so well.” Nat complained as her head pounded from the numerous times Jackie hit her upside the head.
“Look, maybe we just need to go home for now. I’m sure it’ll wear off after we sleep or whatever.” Nat sighed, putting her hand on Jackie’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.
“No Nat you don’t understand. My parents will know something is wrong. My reputation is at stake here.” Jackie clearly wasn’t listening too caught up in her own head and her own worries to listen to Nat’s reasoning.
“It can’t be that hard to be you. You need to have more faith in me Taylor.” Nat scoffed, twirling a strand of Jackie’s hair in a way to mock the other girl.
Jackie didn’t have time to refuse or retort as the city bus pulled up to the stop across the street. She had no choice but to try to live life in Nat’s footsteps, at least for a few hours.
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But the switch never wore off. Jackie woke up the next morning still finding herself trapped in Nat’s body. She was in the other girl’s bed, in the same trailer she stumbled home to last night. She toyed with the idea of calling Nat and convincing her that they should both skip school until they’re back to normal. Just to take a day and figure things out. The idea was merely a fantasy however as unfortunately she knew that Nat was dealing with her tyrant of a mother. Jackie’s mom would never allow her to skip school unless she was absolutely dying. So that idea was shot down immediately. All Jackie could do was drag her ass out of bed and get ready for school. She just had to hope and pray that Nat could put on a good act and pretend to be her. Her reputation was at stake after all. She looked through Nat’s closet trying to find something at least decent to wear. Something that had a pop of color.
“The Smashing Pumpkins?” Jackie questioned the band’s name on the t-shirt she just pulled out. She sighed and tossed it onto Nat’s bed. It would have to do.
“Seriously, does she own anything normal?” Jackie complained sifting through the other girl’s closet for a pair of suitable jeans or even a skirt that could fit the bare minimum of her style.
Once dressed Jackie exited Nat’s room backpack in hand. As she looked around the trailer passing family photos and various other things hanging on the walls, her stomach growled. Right, she needed to get some food in her system before heading to school. While making the short walk to the kitchen Jackie passed Nat’s mother passed out on the couch. That meant Jackie was on her own for breakfast. She was so used to waking up in the morning to find whatever healthy bullshit her mother made for her already prepared and waiting on the table. Jackie had never actually cooked for herself before. She opened the cupboards to find them barren. It was a jarring difference compared to her house. The sight made something in her chest ache, not out of pity but a deeper understanding of Nat and her struggles. She reached into the cabinet grabbing a granola bar, the best thing she could find and quickly left the trailer towards the bus stop for school.
Jackie was already regretting showing up. The hallways of Wiskayok High buzzed with the usual morning chaos, chatter, the squeak of sneakers, the metallic clang of lockers. In Nat’s worn leather jacket, she felt like an intruder in her own world. People stared, and for once it wasn’t admiration, it was curiosity. Maybe even fear. Nat’s reputation preceded her, the screwup, the burnout. Jackie could practically hear her mother’s voice in her head: “Birds of a feather, Jacqueline.”
Then, through the crowd, she spotted herself. Or rather, Natalie in her body, standing tall, blonde hair brushed to perfection, that preppy little half-smile perfectly in place. It was uncanny. Jackie almost forgot for a second that it wasn’t actually her.
“You're not selling it very well. Could you maybe, I don’t know, slouch a little?” Natalie whispered as Jackie approached, tugging at the hem of Jackie’s cardigan awkwardly.
Jackie glared. “And you look like a mall goth pretending to play honor student. Stand up straight.”
Nat rolled her eyes but obeyed. They both leaned in close, voices low.
“We need to fix this.” Jackie hissed. “I can’t survive another day as you. Your mom literally sleeps in the living room. There’s no food. There’s nothing. Do you even own toothpaste?”
“Cute. Way to judge Taylor.” Nat shot back, then sighed. “Look, I’ve been thinking. We retrace our steps. Go back to the field after school, same spot, same time. Maybe the lightning will strike twice. I think just hitting each other over the head isn't gonna work.”
Jackie blinked. “You want to get electrocuted again?”
Nat shrugged. “Worked the first time.”
Before Jackie could respond, the bell rang. A few students turned to stare, the perfect golden girl talking to the delinquent. That was gossip gold. Jackie caught the look in Nat’s eyes. They both knew they were screwed.
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By lunch, Natalie had already decided that being Jackie Taylor was equal parts exhausting and dangerous. Everyone smiled at her. Everyone expected something, a wave, a compliment, a polite little laugh at jokes that weren’t funny. It was like being trapped in a commercial for her own life.
She was halfway to the cafeteria, tray in hand, when she heard it.
“Hey, babe!”
Her stomach sank. Jeff.
He was leaning against a locker like he’d practiced it in the mirror. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, varsity jacket gleaming under the fluorescents. A walking cliché in human form. Jackie’s boyfriend. Her problem, technically. But today, unfortunately, Natalie’s.
“Uh. Hey.” She spoke in her best Jackie voice, trying not to sound like she wanted to die.
“Didn’t see you this morning. I waited by your locker.” Jeff slung an arm over her shoulders without hesitation. His hand rested a little too low on her back.
“Yeah I was busy..soccer stuff.” Nat muttered, subtly pushing his arm off her back. She wondered how Jackie even put up with this guy and his overbearing affection.
“You know there's something different about you today babe. You're like edgier or something.” Jeff's eyes seemed to wander over her like she was just some piece of meat. It made Nat's jaw clench slightly. All guys seemed to be the same around here. Only one thing on their mind. She couldn’t escape it even in Jackie’s body.
“Edgier?” She repeated, trying her best to keep her Jackie persona. “Maybe I'm just tired, Jeff. Ever think of that?”
“I don’t know, babe. You just seem more... wild today. I like it.” Jeff ran his fingers through her hair gently and it took all of Nat's willpower not to break his hand then and there.
“Wild. Cool. Good to know.” She said flatly hoping he would get the hint she wasn't interested in conversation anymore.
Jeff didn't take the hint and pulled away. He leaned in closer, the excessive amount of cologne of his hitting her like a chemical weapon. “You wanna hang out after practice? My parents are out of town.”
Nat blinked. Of course they are.
“Tempting but…I think I'm busy doing literally anything else.” Nat responded dryly slowly backing away from Jeff before his cologne made her gag.
“C’mon, Jack. Don’t be weird.” Jeff frowned, confused, like she’d just spoken another language.
“Oh, I’m weird now?” She snapped, turning to face him fully. “You know what’s weird, Jeff? How you think calling me babe every five seconds makes up for having the personality of a golden retriever with a head injury. It's not cute.”
His mouth opened and closed a few times. He wasn’t used to pushback. Jackie Taylor didn’t talk to him like that. Nobody did.
“Jeez, what’s your deal today?” He scoffed, tone defensive now. “You PMSing or something?”
“Real fucking original Jeff.” Nat’s jaw clenched. For a second, she saw red.
“Whoa, hey calm down it was just a joke.” Jeff blinked, taken aback wondering why his girlfriend was offended.
“Yeah, well, maybe you should work on your material.” She shoved her tray at him and stalked away, heart pounding in her chest. Heads turned as she passed, whispers rippling through the hallway. Jeff still stood there, holding the tray like an idiot, looking more confused than hurt.
Nat didn’t stop walking until she was outside, gulping down a lungful of cold air. Her reflection in the glass doors caught her eye, Jackie’s perfect face, flushed and furious.
“Jesus Christ.” She muttered to herself. “How the hell does she deal with that guy?”
She sank onto a bench near the courtyard, rubbing her temples. For all her teasing, she finally understood, the smiles, the charm, the careful perfection Jackie carried like armor. Because if she didn’t, if she ever snapped the way Nat just did, everyone would turn on her.
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That night, they met again, in Jackie’s room, of course. Their plan was to wait until it started thundering again so they could switch back. The news reported a severe thunderstorm later that night so all they had to do was sit and wait it out.
It was spotless, almost eerily so. Posters lined up at perfect angles, trophies glinting on the shelf. The faint smell of floral detergent clung to the sheets. Jackie, still trapped in Nat’s body, sat on the edge of her own bed, arms wrapped around her knees. Nat, in Jackie’s perfectly polished skin, lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
Neither spoke for a while. The silence between them wasn’t hostile this time. Just heavy.
Finally, Nat spoke. “Your boyfriend’s a creep.”
Jackie gave a soft, tired laugh. “You think I don’t know that?”
Nat turned her head. “Then why stay with him?”
Jackie shrugged. “Because that’s what I’m supposed to do. Perfect boyfriend. Perfect grades. Perfect everything.” She exhaled shakily. “You ever feel like you’re performing your own life?”
“Yeah. Every day. Only difference is nobody’s clapping.” Nat stared at her, really looked.
Jackie’s throat tightened. “Your mom, she didn’t even wake up this morning. You just…take care of yourself?”
Nat gave a small, humorless smile. “Yeah. Been doing that since my dad died. Maybe even longer than that.”
Silence again. The kind that said more than words ever could.
“I didn’t know.” Jackie whispered.
“Yeah, well…now you do. I don't expect your pity or anything.” Nat shrugged as she leaned back on Jackie's bed. They had never really talked like this before. They never really knew each other personally outside of soccer.
They sat there for a long moment, two versions of the same girl, each realizing how small their world really was. Then, almost like something in the air shifted, static, soft but real, Jackie felt a tingling in her fingertips. Nat sat up suddenly.
“Wait, do you feel that?”
Before either could say another word, the room flashed white.
When it faded, Jackie blinked and saw her own hands. Manicured. Clean. Her reflection in the vanity mirror was her own again.
“Oh my God.”
Nat, back in her own body, laughed, wild, relieved, a little shaky. “Guess we didn't have to get electrocuted again.”
Jackie smiled faintly. “Guess so.”
For once, they didn’t argue. They just sat there, side by side, breathing the same air. Maybe not friends, not yet, but something new had settled between them. Understanding.