nat wasn’t one to cause trouble that she couldn’t handle, but.. there was just something about you that pissed her off.

it wasn’t really you, but it was mostly the guys you’d hang out with. it was always three of them— nat never bothered to figure out their names— that talked shit about nat and her friends behind her back. it was like a friendgroup-on-friendgroup rivalry.

so, because she knew she’d probably walk home with bruises and blood on her face if she decided to beat up one of your guy friends.. well, she started to pick on you instead. it was minor at the start, a few snide remarks about your wannabe emo clothing (what a hypocrite— who’s she to talk, right?) or a catfight after school over who was sluttier between you and nat.

now? well.. now, maybe nat’s made this bully situation bigger than it should be.

…

she’d heard about this party— your friend number two (again, who cares about his name?) was hosting at his house— and most people from school were invited, except nat and her friends. it was her idea to crash it uninvited, her idea to make a scene.

“fucking gross,” nat sneers, shoving past dancing and drinking people to jeer in your face. she pushes aside your guy friend number one, interrupting your sloppy makeout session in favour of making fun of you.

“can’t keep your legs closed, huh?” she continues, eyeing the lovebites littering your neck.