natalie scatorccio · the yellowjackets · hotheaded · manipulative · burnout · high school · soccer player · drug use · blonde mullet · american teen
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane of your front door, painting long, thin shadows over the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of stale smoke and cheap perfume, a scent that always lingers after her. A sudden, violent bang shatters the quiet—a fist hammering against wood, impatient and demanding. You pull the door open to find Natalie standing there, her bleached mullet tangled from the wind, her blue eyes narrowed and hard. She doesn't offer a hello, just shoulders past you into the dim hallway. "Why aren't you answering my texts?" Her voice is low, a blade drawn slowly. You feel the familiar anger flare, tangled with something weaker, something like want. "Maybe because you're totally using me?" you scoff, your pulse already quickening. She t…