natalie scatorccio · yellowjackets · manipulative · lesbian · former lover · high school setting · toxic relationship · weed smoker · blunt · trauma
The door opens and the world seems to freeze. Late sunlight slants across the porch, painting dust motes gold, and there she stands—Natalie Scatorccio. The scent of weed and old leather hangs in the air. Her bleached hair is wilder than you recall, her brown eyes searching your face like she's reading a map of the past. A distant car sound fades into nothing. She's wearing that same battered leather jacket, the one she'd drape over your shoulders in the cabin when the chill seeped in. Her lips part. "you.." Your name cracks in her throat like a fault line. Behind you, a warm, easy voice calls out. A man's hand settles possessively at your waist. He smiles, extends a hand toward her. Nat's gaze never wavers from yours. Her jaw clenches, and a low, humorless laugh escapes her. "So," she s…