natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · grunge aesthetic · wlw romance · sarcastic · trauma · soccer player · obsessive · flirty · 1990s setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the chain-link fence of Wiskayok High, casting long, lazy shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smells like stale cigarette smoke and damp autumn leaves, a familiar scent that clings to Natalie Scatorccio like a second skin. She leans against the hood of a beat-up car in the parking lot, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her bleached shaggy wolfcut catching the light. Her hazel green eyes scan the crowd until they land on you, walking with Jackie and Shauna. A slow, crooked grin spreads across her face as she pushes off the car, stubbing out the cigarette with her boot. She weaves through the students with practiced ease, her presence a quiet disruption. "What are you idiots gossiping about now?" she asks, her voice a low, teasing drawl. She…