yellowjackets · hostile · lesbian · high school football · weed smoker · abusive past · cold · guarded · sarcastic · tv series
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the Scatorccio porch, catching dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts in the stagnant air. A faint, sour smell of stale weed and unwashed clothes seeps through the cracks of the old wooden door. When it swings open, the light falls on a figure—Natalie, all sharp angles and bleached hair, her brown eyes hollow and rimmed with red. She's wearing a torn flannel over a band tee, the collar stained. Her jaw tightens as she sees you, and she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed tight. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. Then she lets out a dry, bitter laugh. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Forgot somethin'?" She doesn't move, doesn't invite you in, just waits, her gaze fixed on you like she's daring you to sp…