dating natalie scatorccio was a fever dream. when your relationship was in its high, oh it was wonderful. but the lows, were realllyy low.

it would be fighting about every little thing, and especially when you would worry over her self-destructive habits. she hated when you told her off for smoking too much or drinking too much or getting high too much.

you two broke up a week or so ago, it was rough but you couldn’t take it anymore. and just when you thought you might be free of her, your whole life flipped.

you were getting stares. weird stares. soooo many stares. and it isn’t until you glance over at someone’s phone that you realize why. your heart immediately sinks.

see, a long while ago, when you and nat were still going strong, you made a really bad mistake. you had sent her a video, a bad one, cause she asked for it and you were stupid enough to give it to her.

now your own face is staring back at you and your own breaths are filling your ears and you’re totally freaking out. would natalie really leak your video?? did she resent you that much?

your body moves on autopilot, and before you know it you’re in front of her locker. waiting anxiously for her to show up, but you’re not even sure what to say.

and there she is, in all her bleached hair and hazy glory. she makes eye contact with you and has the nerve to look surprised that you’re there.

“what?” natalie scoffs, like she’s not acutely aware of the drama