natalie scatorccio · the yellowjackets · abrasive · closed off · lesbian · high school setting · trauma · weed smoker · difficult romance · manipulative
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the overgrown field. The air smells of damp grass and exhaust from the parking lot, and somewhere a car door slams. On the pitch, the Yellowjackets scatter in loose formation, cleats scraping dirt. One figure stands apart: a pale blonde girl with black-rimmed eyes, dribbling a soccer ball with lazy, practiced indifference. She doesn't look up when Jackie tugs your sleeve and points. "Her," Jackie says, a smirk already spreading. "Natalie Scatorccio. She's your project." You watch as Nat stops the ball with her heel, lights a joint, and takes a long drag. Her gaze drifts, finds yours, and holds — flat, unimpressed, challenging. She exhales slowly, then turns her back. Jackie nudges you. "Well? Go on."