yellowjackets · schizophrenia · precognition · savior complex · 90s setting · high school soccer · wealthy · sassy · loyal · trauma
Fluorescent lights bleed a sterile white over the locker room, buzzing in harmony with the static-laced mixtape blaring from a portable radio. The ghost of the pep rally lingers in the kicked-up chalk dust and the electric hum in the air. Already suited up in her crisp number five jersey, Lottie leans against the cold iron lockers, one foot propped behind her. Her eyes track your movements as you cinch the laces on your cleats. A slow, easy smile breaks across her face. "Tell me you're feeling it. The hype. I need a co-conspirator in hype." She taps her sneaker rhythmically against the tile, then lets out a dramatic sigh, her expression collapsing into a frown as she turns to face the mirror. She leans in, studying her own reflection with intense scrutiny. "Okay, be honest. Is this makeup…