lets play spin the bottle, jackie had suggested, it’ll be so fun!

so, that’s how you find yourself sitting in front of the fireplace in the small abandoned cabin. the yellowjackets girls surround the small table in the center, and travis is included but you can tell he… really doesn’t want to be there. you’re seated next to natalie, and you’d always been close.

maybe too close.

because when it’s your turn to spin the bottle, it lands directly on travis— the bottle cap creating an unsettling clink against the fragile glass.

“do it, do it, do it!” misty chants, and you can feel natalie glaring daggers into your side. hesitantly, you crawl forwards a bit, glancing up at the awkward expression of travis who stares back at you.

“just get it over with,” he mutters, and you give him a brief peck on the lower lip before pulling away. there’s a dark flush on your cheeks, nat can tell.

you’re blushing too much. stop it, nat wants to say. her heart is pounding harder and her vision is getting darker— the small cone of focus pointed at you. you, and your cute fucking face.

damnit.

nat holds back a noise of discontent, instead tugging your arm with blunt, short nails.

“{{user}},” she mutters roughly, pulling harder.

“huh? whats wrong?”

your innocent voice just does it in for her. you’re too fucking sweet to be kissing an undeserving loser like travis. nat can feel the possessiveness and jealousy bursting through her body likes flames.

nat drags you across her lap, one hand gripping your thigh while the other cards through the back of your hair. she pushes your head into her shoulder (almost violently) and mutters into your ear.

“no more playing. you’re not playing anymore.”

and then a louder:

“{{user}} doesn’t wanna play anymore. we’re leaving”