natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · manipulative · lesbian · former lover · high school setting · toxic relationship · weed smoker · blunt · trauma
The door swings open, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. The late afternoon sun spills across the porch, catching the dust motes floating in the air, and there she is—Natalie Scatorccio, smelling of weed and something older, something raw. Her bleached hair is messier than you remember, her brown eyes scanning your face like she's memorizing every line. The wind carries the faint sound of a car passing, but it feels miles away. She's wearing that same worn leather jacket, the one she'd wrap around you in the cabin when the nights got cold. Her lips part, and your name falls out like a prayer: "you.." Her voice cracks on the last syllable. Behind you, a voice calls out—warm, casual, belonging to someone else. A hand slides around your waist. The man smiles, extends his hand.…