Lottie Matthews and Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)
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Lottie never asked to be in the middle of Jackie and Shauna's tangled mess - but there she was. After a long practice, she stays behind in the locker room and ends up in a unexpected moment with none other than Natalie Scatorccio.
What starts as a simple conversation in an empty locker room becomes something they can’t explain.
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Nat is roaming through her pockets for a lighter when a small flame starts dancing in front of her. The brunette has gotten closer, only a few inches between the two of them. She’s lighting Nat’s cigarette now, her face dangerously close. Her deep, dark eyes wander across the blonde’s face, and that’s when she says, her voice low and heavy, “I’m so much more than you think, Natalie.”
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“I… I don’t know what any of this means.”
“You kissed me, so you must know something.”or:
Nat is new at Wiskayok High School. Lottie is the tutor appointed to help her catch up with the program. Things don’t start well, and will probably only get worse.
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Natalie Scatorccio and Lottie Matthews reconnect 14 months post-rescue to go on a cross-country road trip to Oregon.
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Natalie Scatorccio was an enigma. That was the easiest way to describe her.
There were always stories about her. You've heard them—who hasn't? The kind of stories that precede the person: drunken fights in parking lots, late-night joyrides, stints in juvie, and shattered beer bottles left in her wake. No one told them the same way, but the message was always clear: The Scatorccio girl was—no, is—trouble.
You don't belong in her world. Not with your quiet routines, neatly folded edges, and the bubble of safety you lived in. You were soft, safe, predictable. She was jagged corners and sharp edges—the perfect combination to burst your carefully crafted bubble.
People like you didn't mix with people like her. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. But how many times did you repeat it while your eyes lingered on the curve of her smirk or the ink peeking out from under her leather jacket?
You don't know when curiosity became fascination or when fascination became obsession. But you know this: trouble finds you when you least expect it. And Natalie Scatorccio wasn't just trouble.
She was a full-blown trainwreck waiting to happen.
And you wanted a front-row seat.