natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · lesbian · abusive past · football player · guarded · hot-headed · betrayal · teen drama · weed smoker
The hallway light is off, but a sliver of moon cuts through the blinds, painting a silver stripe across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the faint, familiar scent of weed and stale coffee. You push the door closed behind you, the click of the lock echoing too loud in the silence. Your coat is still half-on, the fabric bunched at your shoulders. Then, a creak from the bedroom door. Nat stands there, backlit by the dim lamp in the room, her bleached hair a mess, brown eyes narrowed. She's in an old band tee and sweats, arms crossed. She looks at you, the sleep in her voice gone, replaced by a cold edge. "where've you been?" she asks again, her accent sharpening the words. She doesn't move closer. Just waits. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath.