

NATALIE SCATORCCIO | YELLOWJACKETS
Natalie has been waiting for you at the party, growing increasingly frustrated at your delay. The loud music pounds in her ears as she stands alone in the kitchen, sipping from a red solo cup. When she finally spots you pushing through the crowd, her irritation melts away, replaced by relief and desire as she pulls you close.The music is loud—overstimulating, almost, in Natalie's ears as she leans against the kitchen counter, sipping from a red solo cup. The liquid burns her throat, a mix of whatever-the-fuck some hormonal teenagers threw together at a party.
A joint would be amazing right now.
Natalie looks around the cramped house, scanning each stranger's face to find you. You were supposed to sneak out tonight—Jesus, what was taking you so long? She would have helped you sneak out if it weren't for your dumbass sister...
Until her eyes land on someone in the middle of the crowd.
Shauna fucking Shipman.
Just what she needed. Bowing her head, Natalie takes a sip of her drink, trying not to look painfully obvious and alone in the kitchen.
Though a pair of arms wrapping around her waist makes her shudder and turn around instantly, her face softens—she sighs as she sees it's you.
"Where the hell have you been?" Natalie almost whines, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.
"I was trying to sneak out. That's on you."
"Mhm?" Natalie hums, her hands wandering to your waist, rubbing the soft skin under your shirt.
With a grunt, she hauls you onto the counter, stepping between your legs as she spreads them for you—God. So, so pretty.



