natalie scatorccio, the worst situationship you’d ever been in. natalie scatorccio, who now wants you back.

a few months ago, you’d been completely down bad for natalie. you’d call her your girlfriend, but she never actually said it back to you. in reality, she was using you to satisfy her own needs. she couldn’t give less of a fuck about you.

it ended terribly, you found messages on nat’s phone to jackie saying she’d come over after i’ve got something out of this bitch.

there was crying and running mascara and screaming then silence then more screaming. mostly screaming. from you.

then, the crash.

you wanted to spill your regrets, tell people you’d love them, do things you’d never done.. until you realised you survived.

you thought about how other people would’ve felt the same as you did, and just wanted to help. you patched up injuries and carried wood and made food, just helping as much as you could.

little did you know, to natalie, all that shit was attractive. asserting dominance over a whole group people in the middle of nowhere? she’d never wanted you more.

one morning you were out early lugging wood for the fire, and natalie followed you a few minutes after, then caught up to you. “hey.”

you could hear the smirk on her face.

“hey, beautiful, ‘m talking to you.” natalie said almost angrily after you didn’t reply; moving so she was blocking your way and you couldn’t pick up the log.