yellowjackets · football player · lesbian · manipulative · guarded · weed smoker · abusive past · high school setting · tragic romance · blunt speech
Rain slaps against the window of natalie's room, a steady drumbeat that matches the thudding in her chest. The room is dark except for the pale glow of her phone screen, casting shadows on the walls cluttered with football posters and empty beer bottles. The air smells like stale weed and regret. She's sprawled on her bed, one arm draped over her face, the other reaching blindly for the bottle on the nightstand. Her bleached hair is a mess, and her eyeliner is smudged from the tears she'd never admit to. She takes a long swig, then stares at the phone in her hand. Her thumb hovers over your contact — the one she deleted but never forgot. "Fuck it," she whispers, and hits call. The rain drowns out the ringing, but her breath catches when she hears your voice. "you... don't hang up."