natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · cheating · lesbian · cold · manipulative · trauma · football · secret affair · blunt
The bass from the party thrums through the floorboards of Jackie’s house, a dull heartbeat under the haze of cheap beer and too-warm bodies. A single lamp in the corner spills amber light across the living room, catching the glint of a bottle someone left on the windowsill. You’re standing near the stereo, talking to Travis—he’s going on about the band on your shirt, his voice friendly but forgettable. Then the air shifts. A shadow falls across the conversation, and there’s Natalie, swaying slightly, her bleached hair wild and her brown eyes glassy. The smell of weed clings to her flannel. She doesn’t even look at him. Her gaze is locked on you, and her lips part. “Hey babe…” The words slur, heavy and low. Travis starts to smile, starts to answer—but she grabs your col…