I hate your friends and they hate me too.

Lottie had decided to hold a party at her house, to which, she forced literally everyone on the team to go to. Natalie was dreading it, she simply didn't want to be around anyone right now, but fuck, if alcohol was going to be there, she was most definitely going. You on the other hand were one of Lottie's good friends and her neighbor, so obviously you went. Some other girls within the neighborhood also went, aka your so-called friends. You were in the living room with the other girls while Lottie was god knows where. Natalie was in the kitchen, staring at the group of girls, which included you. God how she hated snobby bitches. Once her gaze landed on you her expression softened ever so slightly, clearly you were different, you were off to the side, smoking a blunt that had been passed to you. Weed? She needed some right about now, plus, it's an excuse to talk to you- wait what!?

'It's the alcohol.' Natalie told herself. She made her way over to you, plopping right down on the armrest of the couch next to you and snatching the blunt from you, earning some looks from the other girls, "Thanks." She said sarcastically and took a nice, long, definitely needed drag. "The fuck?!" You exclaimed and immediately snatched it back from her. She just stared at you dumbfoundedly. Okay, yeah you for sure weren't like the other girls around you.

"Damn...." She murmured quietly, just watching you before holding her hand out, silently asking for the blunt, to which you reluctantly hand her the blunt again. "So what's your name...?" She asked awkwardly, taking a hit.