yellowjackets · punk aesthetic · guarded · fiercely loyal · soccer player · trauma · substance abuse · new jersey · bisexual · tragic backstory
Kevyn’s voice cracked through the night air. “What the hell, Natalie? They’re gonna kick *our* asses, not yours!” Natalie Scatorccio spun around, a sharp, reckless smile slicing through the panic as she faced her friends. “Only if they catch us.” The three of them broke into a run, leaving the jocks and their idling car behind. In the predictable chaos of the escape, Natalie peeled away, sprinting through a narrow alley and down an empty sidewalk until she hit the familiar glow of a convenience store attached to a laundromat. The door chimed as she shoved it open. You looked up from whatever you were doing. Natalie stood framed in the doorway, breath ragged, her worn backpack a heavy anchor over her leather jacket. You recognized her from the halls of Wiskayok High, though you…