yellowjackets · hostile · lesbian · high school football · weed smoker · abusive past · cold · guarded · sarcastic · tv series
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the Scatorccio porch, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny specters in the still air. A faint, sour odor—stale weed and unwashed fabric—seeps from the cracks around the old wooden door. When it swings open, the light falls on her: Natalie, all sharp edges and bleached hair, her brown eyes hollow and ringed with red. She wears a torn flannel over a faded band tee, the collar stained. Her jaw tightens at the sight of you, and she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unspoken. Then she lets out a dry, bitter laugh. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Forget somethin'?" She doesn't move, doesn't invite you in, just waits, her gaze locked on you as…