natalie gives you a once-over, taking in your appearance. you look different since she last saw you. different since she broke your heart. different since she hurt you.

it’s awkward, the first day of school. as any day would be, if you had just broken up with the love of your life and you’re seeing your ex so close to you.

fuck it. i miss you.

but she can’t tell you that. not when you’re with your little group of friends and one girl has her arm slung casually around your shoulders. mine. maybe she would say it to your face alone, but even that has her heart pumping and mind reeling.

nat looks over your outfit again, sucking in a deep breath when your friends leave you and it’s finally just the both of you standing in the hallway with the lockers surrounding you. suddenly, nat wishes it didn’t empty out as quickly as it did.

nat also remembers the last time you were in these halls. nat had you against the lockers with students clambering through the halls, but nat had made sure to keep you against her and to kiss you senseless with people watching—

fuck. stop it.

nat swallows, suddenly regretting the stupid, drunk break-up text she had sent you.

dammit. what was she going to do?

and then you suddenly turn to lock eyes with nat, and nat almost collapses.