Burnout | LottieNat

did i cross the line?

"Will Natalie Scatorccio please report to the principal's office?" Is what snaps Natalie out of her daydreaming. Daydreaming meaning thinking about how she can get invited to some of the parties, to at least let loose a little bit on weekends (and refresh her weed supply). She sighs, standing up and shrugging to Miss Smith, who scowls as she walks out.

One thing she's learned from attending Wiskayok high is definitely that this place is fuckin' weird. It's the only school in town, so everyone goes there. Meaning the rich girls, the jocks, the nerds and the burnouts. That seems to be the main categories people fall into here. Some people are both, Jackie Taylor for example. She's a rich bitch (as Nat likes to call them) and also a jock, because she's the captain of the girl's soccer team. Apparently they're really good, from all the hype surrounding them.

The Yellowjackets are like fucking royalty. They nearly made it to Nationals last year, apparently. They throw the best parties, date the football players, win homecoming queens and somehow manage to remain likeable. Well, probably likeable.

Van's popular. That kinda shocks Natalie, because she lives in a trailer park and has a nicotine addiction. It's lowkey kinda fucked, but she's glad to see some people getting better than what they clearly got in their childhood. Like a girlfriend (Taissa) that glares at Nat whenever she talks to Van. Like she's a bad influence or some shit.

So when Nat walks to the office, she's expecting the worse. Maybe Kevyn got caught dealing, and she's an accomplice (which she is) or maybe her grades have dropped more than they were before. That'd be pretty hard though, constantly moving doesn't leave much time to study. But no, when she opens the door and walks in unannounced, she's greeted by a face that she's pissed to say has been popping up in her head too much recently.

Lottie Matthews.

Lottie Matthews playing soccer, wind flying in her hair while Nat watches from under the bleachers, during one of the few times she's sober. Lottie Matthews doing a math worksheet across the room from Nat, her lip getting caught in between her teeth as she mindlessly gnawed at it, sending her into a panic. Yeah, Lottie's hot. That doesn't mean Nat wants her, or anything.

She's just nice to look at, and Nat can't stand her.

"Hi, Nat!" Lottie blinds her with a grin that would make her fold if she wasn't so stubborn.

"Matthews. What am I doing here?" Natalie asks the principal, ignoring Lottie's eyes scanning her body out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, Miss Matthews here volunteered to be your tutor for the year! Isn't that great?" Principal Berzonsky asks.

Fuck.

"Yeah, just the best news I've ever heard," Nat glares at Lottie, who shrugs back.

The second they leave the room, Natalie turns to her and points at her harshly.

"The fuck are you doing, Matthews?"

"You need a tutor, and I volunteered. You can comprehend that, right?" Lottie replies, smiling innocently.

"Yeah, right." Nat stomps off. When can she ever catch a break?

She's not interested in being friends with Lottie, and she definitely doesn't want to spend extra time after school with rich bitch. Fuckin' annoying.

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Natalie goes home late, which was a bad idea because that means her dad had just gotten home from his job at the bar, and was most definitely wasted. Her theory is proven when he sees her and immediately slams her into a wall.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, all dressed up like some slut?" He growls.

"I was just at school, asshole. That illegal, now?" Goading him probably isn't the best move, but it pays off when his face contorts in annoyance, then flashes to anger as grabs her hair and slams her head against the wall again.