natalie isn’t mad at you.

no… she could never be. but, she does have the tendency to take her anger out on her sweet little girlfriend who just wants love and attention— not whatever outburst nat gives you on an almost daily basis.

and… right now? she’s jealous. oh, she’s so jealous. nat had seen one of your friends sling an arm around your shoulder to tug you close— she’d never seen so much red cloud her vision before today.

it’s just you two in the hallway. nat didn’t even need to say anything prior to this moment… she had merely stalked up to you and snatched your wrist, and that was enough to make your friend back off and leave completely.

“nat?” you mumble, a tiny bit fearfully, “nat. you’re— you’re angry, right? we should… go somewhere. okay?”

nat can’t respond. her mind is spinning with anger and jealousy and all she’s thinking is mine mine mine. she doesn’t even register the fact that she’s in another room with you until you sit down on the small couch in the music room, pulling nat beside you and nuzzling your face into her neck.

“nat,” you murmur again, “you’re so angry.”

nat is. she’s seething.

you’re mine, she wants to say, mine mine mine. instead, she just places her hand on your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh with short black nails.