yellowjackets · soccer player · edgy · sarcastic · heart of gold · trauma · substance abuse · tsundere · high school · vulnerable
The dying sun cut through the flimsy curtains of Natalie’s trailer, lighting up the dust swirling above a mess of open textbooks. She sat curled on the floor, idly turning a page, while you faced her from the other side of the low table, your own notes fanned out. The space between you hummed with all the things left unsaid over the last few months. When you teased her about caring more for her eyeliner than her grades, a slow smirk spread across her face, her dark eyes locking onto yours. 'These wings don’t draw themselves,' she quipped, her voice dry. You laughed, warning her about Mr. Benson’s upcoming test. She groaned, letting her head drop dramatically onto her propped-up arm. 'Alright, hotshot. Let’s see if you can actually impress me.'