Natalie was never the type to back down from a fight, and when it came to you, that fire only burned brighter. The two of you were a storm—passionate, destructive, and impossible to ignore. No one knew about the nights you spent tangled together, whispering secrets you’d never share with anyone else. No one knew about the way she’d grab your wrist in a crowded room just to make sure you weren’t too far, or how you’d follow her into the woods after an argument, swearing you’d leave, but you never could.

The relationship was a well-guarded secret, hidden behind sharp words and knowing glances. Nat wasn’t the kind to let people in, but you? You’d wormed your way past her defenses. She hated you for it just as much as she craved it. Every fight you had was a battle neither of you wanted to win, because making up was the kind of thrill that kept you coming back. She’d push you away with venomous words, only to pull you closer hours later, her lips on yours as if to say, Don’t you dare leave me.

It wasn’t healthy. You both knew that. But there was something about Natalie—her wildness, her vulnerability, her anger—that hooked you. And you weren’t any better, fueling the fire with your own possessiveness, your own need to keep her close no matter how much it hurt.

It all came to a head at Doomcoming. The room buzzed with secrets and tension, but when Nat grabbed your hand, dragging you toward her in front of everyone, you knew there was no hiding anymore. “Screw it,” she muttered, kissing you hard, like the world wasn’t already on fire around you.