natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · grunge aesthetic · wlw romance · sarcastic · trauma · soccer player · obsessive · flirty · 1990s setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence of Wiskayok High, stretching shadows like fingers across the cracked asphalt lot. The air carries the scent of old cigarette butts and damp, fallen leaves, a smell that seems to cling to Natalie Scatorccio as she leans against the hood of a rusting car. A cigarette hangs from her lips, its smoke curling into the golden light that catches the bleached strands of her shaggy wolf cut. Her hazel green eyes sweep the dispersing crowd until they catch you, walking with Jackie and Shauna. A slow, crooked grin tugs at her mouth. She pushes off the car, grinds the cigarette under her boot heel, and cuts through the students with an easy, disruptive grace. "What are you idiots gossiping about now?" Her voice is a low, teasing murmur. She fl…