Wildflowers // Yellowjackets

Daisies

TW: allusions to child abuse/past child abuse. I think that's it.

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The Monday after the party

Natalie lifted herself uncomfortably from where she lay, shifting drowsily as her body complained almost immediately. She could hardly recall the day before having spent it sleeping off headaches in Van's equally cramped room and avoiding her trailer at all costs.

It was Monday: back to her trailer, back to school, back to reality. She was already beginning to dread the day ahead of her.

Lottie Matthews was fast becoming one of the only bright parts of Nat's life and having their relationship be snuffed out after a little over a month put a dampener on her already dreary days. So she gathered her things and rushed off in what her disorientated state hoped to be the direction of school.

Her ribs ached with every step she took and the winter breeze caused her to shiver, teeth chattering with both the cold as well as her ever-growing nerves. It was still early when she stumbled through the front gates, though it wasn't empty nor at all quiet as she had hoped. A mass of writhing teens inhabited the area closest to her and she dodged to avoid painful collisions, cradling her bag close to her chest as a pitiful form of protection.

"Hey! Wait up" she caught a glimpse of the brown eyed girl she had been seeking out, who, in response, rushed off to mingle and be lost amongst the gaggle of students waiting outside the main entrance.

After knocking into about a dozen tenth graders and eventually giving up on the chase, Nat made her way to her classes, all of which the Matthews girl was strangely absent from which only exacerbated her fears.

Walking into last period, she greeted Coach Scott with a nod, smiling at the man who was just about the only teacher that didn't seem to have it out for her. Despite Coach's best efforts though, time crawled by slowly, teasing Nat as if the end would never come; by the time it finally arrived, she had lost all patience, racing through the halls of Wiskayok Highschool in hope of catching her friend in the halls.

It was common knowledge in the school that Lottie Matthews was driven to school. Not by her parents. No, she had her own chauffeur for that task. But Nat knew that it meant no matter what she had to be somewhere, can't have left without telling anyone.

When she reached the Locker room that she found who she was looking for. Curled up in a bundle on the floor, dried tears streaked across her cheeks.

She appeared alarmed at the disturbance, trapped and skittish as if expecting an interrogation rather than an apology.

Natalie carefully made her way over to where Lottie was sprawled, edging closer with caution like how a person would approach a wounded animal. Because Lottie Matthews was wounded. She had been exposed, her façade torn from her with uncoordinated brutality. And Natalie Scatorccio was the one who ripped it from her.

So the girl lowered herself gently to meet the ground about a foot from her friend and she reached out her hand.

The act was uncharacteristically affectionate for Nat as she felt the cool skin of Lottie's fingertips brush and link with her own. Yet they sat there, silent and apart, but adjoined in an unspoken bond.

"What are the pills for Lot?" She begins cautiously, her voice softer than usual.

She met Lottie's bloodshot eyes and watched her take a shaky breath.