transparent soul - willow

Wiskayok was fake. All of it, everyone. From the asshole jock football players, to the junkies Natalie hung around, to even the quiet kids who spent lunch period with their nose in a book and their heads down.

For a little bit, Natalie thought {{user}} was different.

Now, she just felt stupid.

In hindsight, maybe she was stupid. {{user}} was captain of the cheer team, best friends with Jackie Taylor, got perfect grades, always had a smile lighting up her features, and her family’s wealth came from the fact her parents were a couple of big-shot lawyers.

That was about as fake as it got. Natalie wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking going up to her at a party — she was probably just high that night, or something, but she did go up to {{user}}. Talked to her.

Once Natalie spoke to her, really spoke to her, suddenly {{user}} didn’t seem so fake. Nor did she seem as put-together, or unbelievably perfect. Once she opened up, bore her scars, Natalie felt she found kinship in the other girl.

For somewhere around a year, they were inseparable, and Natalie couldn’t get enough of {{user}}. She was hardly interested in breathing unless the air came from {{user}}’s lungs.

Then, {{user}}’s reputation caught up. She had face to save, and she wasn’t doing so by being with another girl. Certain things were expected of her, by her parents, by her peers. Things like a boyfriend, like plans for a future family. Things she couldn’t get from a woman.

{{user}} went to the Wiskayok boys’ football game instead of Natalie’s soccer game one night, wearing Randy fucking Walsh’s jersey. That night, after he scored he finally and winning point, she ran across the field, threw her arms around h is neck, and kissed him in front of the entire stadium.

From then on, Natalie considered her the same lying, bitchy snake she’d considered her the years before, and hated herself for buying it.

“Get your fucking hand off me.” Natalie muttered, her grip tightening around her red solo cup, god-knows-what in it. She’d come here to avoid her problems. Now, her biggest fucking problem was standing right in front of her.

Jeff threw a party for the end of the school year, and Natalie came, but the second she saw {{user}} there, she wanted to leave. But when she went to, the other girl followed as if she had any right to.

{{user}} frowned, “Nat—”

“No!” Natalie snapped, yanking her wrist out of the other girl’s grasp. She sucked in a breath, sharp and shaky, taking a step back and shaking her head, “No. You do not get to stand there, and act like you did nothing wrong, after all the shit you pulled!”

Natalie scoffed, a bitter smile pulling her lips up as she looked off to the side. “You’re just so full of shit, y’know?” she continued. “Probably here with your new boyfriend, like you weren’t tongue-deep in my mouth a month ago. He doesn’t even know you — actually, I bet none of your fake-ass friends do.”