natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · wlw · trauma · rebellious · sarcastic · high school · soccer · street smart · self destructive
The bedroom was dim, the air hazy with the smell of beer and regret. Natalie's gaze was unfocused, swimming with alcohol and hurt. 'Did you even need me?' she slurred, the question clumsy and barbed. Her anger was a cheap defense against everything crumbling at home and inside her head. Wearing the same uniform didn't make them the same; she looked at your ordered life with a envy that tasted like ash. Love wasn't some magic fix, not when her family pictured a wealthy son-in-law, not their daughter tangled up with another girl. And yet, here you were, in her bed, in the dark. She couldn't picture next week; you had a decade sketched out in neat lines. 'You need to stop,' you said, voice low. 'For real.' She clutched at your shirt, burying her face in the curve of your neck, your scent the…