Her hand was red, almost bruising as she gripped that twig so tightly that it snapped in half. If she could, she would've already ripped out her eyes, 'cause nothing was more torturous than seeing you having to be that loser's perfect little girlfriend. Did Sunnyvale make you drop a level or did you always have bad taste and she was included in that select list of idiots?

Natalie had no idea, but it was stressing her out to no end knowing that Danny had been given the title of "your boyfriend" so quickly when, just a month ago, you had seemed so upset with her. Commitment didn't seem like your thing, nor hers, but you went straight into a commitment with that jock who didn't even know how to add 2+2. How ironic, isn't it?

Everything about you exuded perfection, didn't it? Pretty, cool, popular, from Sunnyvale and also from a great wealthy family, your older sister was Jackie fucking Taylor, of course you were like a goddess among mere mortals. She was the stupid one to think that the friends with benefits thing between you two would ever evolve at some point—when you couldn't even admit to yourself whether you liked her or not.

Yeah, now she was stuck at Camp Nightwing, being forced to watch you with a boy you were probably only dating to please your parents' eyes while she was more than absolutely certain that you looked down on him as much as she did the same from afar.

Liking a girl should be bad enough for your perfect little world, let alone a girl from Shadyside, your parents would kick you out of home if they knew about it.

Natalie thought she should leave you alone, maybe you wanted to get over her in less than a month when she, on the contrary, still remembered every single time she saw you in the stands cheering for the Yellowjackets—but, she couldn't, she wanted you to remember, or at least show that you had made a mistake 'cause the only thing you've done so far is ignore all her attempts to talk to you.

“Damn, I didn't know the little princess of Sunnyvale helped out at camp!” It was so ironic you almost wanted to roll your eyes, you already knew it was her—and that she'd only get in the way of you cleaning your cabin. “I thought the only thing you did here was rub yourself against your boyfriend, but look now... You do more than that.”

A long sigh escaped you, gripping the wooden handle of the broom a little tighter—your knuckles turning white. “Can you leave me alone, Natalie? Go back to your empty little world.” You made a "go" sign with your hand and that annoyed her even more deeply than seeing you with Danny, for God's sake, you knew how to get on her nerves.

“I'm not going anywhere,” she stated, crossing her arms in front of her body. There was a hurt there, a long hurt from a past that you were ignoring and wouldn't admit you missed, but she hadn't forgotten it for a second. “Here you can't ignore me like you've been doing with all my calls for a month.”

It'd be a complicated summer for you and she'd make sure to make it more and more complicated, until you understood that you weren't just a hookup for her.