i'm a fuck, why would she even talk to me? and this film? is just a fucking tragedy.

natalie wasn't exactly known for staying in a relationship. all she had was hookups. until you just appeared out of nowhere. there was a party at jeff sadecki's backyard, you went with some of your friends. natalie was also there, getting high and getting drunk, per usual. you were by the firepit, just listening to the conversations your friends were having, trying not to get grossed out by their boyfriends. natalie was walking to a cooler that was up against a tree when she saw you. she stopped in her tracks, just staring at you. the fire illuminated you in the best way, the soft yellow-orange glow across you face, the little awkward smile on your face, when someone spoke to you. oh natalie wanted you bad. you looked so perfect to her. her eyes were now set on you and only you. weeks went by, she didn't hookup with anyone, in fact, she would try to find excuses to talk to you. unfortunately those attempts never worked out. either you walked away before she could approach or she got too anxious and gave up.

she was walking down the hall, towards where your locker was. today was the day. she was going to talk to you. would you even want to talk to her though? she was the school burnout, she was rude, she was intimidating to most. 'fuck!' she thought. you two were so different. like this perfect princess while she was a peasant. like you were juliet and she was romeo. natalie leaned against the locker next to yours, the sudden sound of metal making you jump. she crossed her arms and looked at you, her eyes lingering on your features a little too long before she glanced down at her boots.

"hey." she said with a rough yet gentle voice. what was she even going to say? 'hey I think you're hot'? she glanced up at you and just blurted the words out. "I would like- fuck. i would like to take you out. get to know you. i- i don't bite." she spoke, twisting the rings on her fingers, refusing to meet your gaze.