Maybe was a bad idea
Natalie Scatorccio x Fem reader! Summary: After the rescue, the group tries to put their lives back together. Natalie, always the sullen one, clings to you because you're the only person who doesn't treat her like a basket case or a victim. But when an old friend from before the accident reappears in your life, Natalie becomes irritating, cutting and definitely jealous…though she'd never admit it. Author's note: Just heard Lorde's new single, what a woman.
Chapter one Chapter two
It has been a few months since you have returned to normalcy, but a part of you is still there, in the woods, in the winter, hungry and cold. All of you despite the events are still quite close, at least in the first months, going to group therapies and calling each other continuously especially when journalists harassed the group to get a juicy story out of you, you felt that you alone could understand each other, and in a way it was true.
But someone was clinging to you, wouldn't let you get away from her and was always looking for you even if it was for a cigarette smoke outside a bar: your dear Natalie. To say that she was the most affected of the survivors is an understatement, as she let it shine through not only by her appearance but by the way she lived her life. She smoked like crazy and drank worse, took any drug you could get her hands on and lived anywhere she could, sometimes it was in motels other times it was at a friend's house she made in one night and most of the time it was your apartment, or as she saw it her own little hideaway.
With everything that had happened to them together and everything they didn't want to talk about, they all forced themselves to go to group therapy sessions where more than talking about their experiences outside, they talked about their current lives, trying to find the security they had lost during so many months. But without a doubt the one who was most against these sessions was Nat, she saw them as a waste of time and a constant migraine, especially because she had to see faces that were not so pleasant for her, but she didn't say anything for the good of all of them.
When she went, it was because you forced her to, you knocked on her motel door and waited until she came out, with her dark circles under her eyes and her messy hair, you forced her to change to go together. In the sessions she was quiet playing with her fingers, and if someone else ask her something she wouldn't answer, but if was you who asked her something she would answer in the most curt way, and to the other girls she wouldn't look them in the face, she couldn't do it, but with you she did. For you she would gave a longer answer and looked you in the eyes, having a more delicate voice in spite of its raspiness.
You tried as much as you could to carry on as normal if that was even possible, you entered the local university to study literature and despite the constant stares of the people around you, you managed to live a quiet life, until a few months ago you met again with an old friend of yours whom you always assumed liked you.
He was a cute, attentive and recently changed boy with a confident and charismatic energy, nothing like that nerdy and shy guy you knew in high school, but it's college so you didn't mind and started a friendship with him, trying to start connecting with people on the outside. You saw Natalie every day so at one point or another you had to tell her of the new friendship. They were in your apartment smoking a cigarette in the window to your kitchen to avoid stinking of tobacco your place and you were with your hands in the food you were preparing for the two of you.
“That doesn't sound like the Steven I knew, sure it was him or his sexy twin by any chance?” she said incredulously at what you were telling her.
“It's been two years, a lot has happened in that time and people stop being who they once were.”
“Yeah, don't explain it to me,” she said, turning her gaze back to the window. She looked a little distracted after that, her mind full of doubts and thoughts that you didn't know, and no way was she going to let you do that.
Talks with him became more regular as time went on, and you couldn't be happier about it. It became for you the gateway to normalcy and new friendships on campus, becoming a more welcoming and less tense environment, now that people saw you more as the nice girl and not the freak from the accident. On the other hand Natalie became more distant when she noticed that, she no longer visited your house every day and only did so when she had nowhere else to go or missed your company the most, but whenever she did the passive-aggressive comments were not lacking, she looked angry or even irritated by all the socializing you were experiencing and it was only with you, the others could care less in her mind, but you, you were different.
“Him again?” she asked after you told her what you had done for the day, telling her that you had gone for coffee with Steven to study for finals but ended up more talking than actually doing anything ”Good, at least one of us has a life.”
But everything that was going on between you was triggered at a party you had been invited to after who knows how long, it was at the house of a girl you didn't know but you had taken some classes with her. You found yourself in the middle of the room with a drink in hand and everyone around you, you were a ghost in the crowd like before, like before everything happened, but now it gives you a peace as if things had stopped in time, as if nothing had happened.
"T/n, you came," Steven said as he found you alone, happy to see you in the middle of the crowd.
You smiled warmly at him and caught up with your days, him telling you about his boring morning and you about what you did with Natalie earlier that day.
"Scatorccio, I thought you stopped talking about her," he said quizzically, but you were confused and didn't understand that, especially when you were always talking about her.
"What are you talking about, do you not listen to me or what?" you said still joking, thinking he just didn't remember, still not wanting to think of something ugly.
"It's just... my friends say things about her, nasty things and I just don't put her together with you, cause you're nice, you know?" she said, thinking it was a compliment.
"What?" you said curtly, clenching your plastic cup, unable to believe what he was saying about her you looked at him with pent up rage, one that was out in the woods and now wanted to resurface.
"Okay, it was fucked up what she experienced..."
"We experimented" You corrected him with a tense jaw.
"You experimented" he corrected himself, this time already stumbling in his words, noticing and feeling your powerful look "Anyway, I know you experienced the same thing but she's too unstable and compared to you she's a total basket case, so if you want some advice from me you better stay away from her because you'll most likely become one in the future by her side."
Those who saw you at that party could not believe what they saw, that the pretty girl with everyone else threw a soda with vodka on Steven's polo shirt, and that you slapped him while you yelled at him what an idiot he was, letting out the accumulated rage that you felt inside you, since you came back and never let out.
You left that party like a beast, with your legs as hard as a rock and your hands shaking from the adrenaline, so you decided to go to the only place where you knew the only person you wanted to see at that very moment was: the bar where you got drunk the first time.
You found her there playing pool alone, with her tank top that made her look sexier than she was with a cigarette on her lips. Seeing you walk in didn't make her move a bit, she just kept playing while you approached her.
"You look like shit" she said when she had you next to her, watching you from head to toe without releasing her position so she could hit the ball.
"Well, Nat... I had a shitty night so I guess that goes hand in hand."
"What the perfect Stev wasn't what you expected, or was it his friends this time?" she asked, this time noticing your state by the slurred and slow words, also with her need to look you in the eye, she only had it when multiple beers or half a bottle of vodka were in her system.
"Why do you care so much about who I hang out with Nat?" you asked not wanting to tell her what had just happened, but with doubt that her attitude was so weird since you were starting to have a social life without her.
"Are you here to make a speech or what?" she spits this time, avoiding your clearly embarrassed gaze.
"No, I just want to know why now that my life stopped being so shitty you look angry out of nowhere Nat" you said clearly annoyed.
"I don't care. Do what you want."
"Bullshit."
She left her position and stood extremely close to your face, so close that you could clearly feel her breath on your face and smell the alcohol in her voice "And what do you want me to say! That it drives me crazy watching you creep on someone who doesn't even deserve the sound of your voice? That every time you smile at a call from him it makes me want to shoot something? Well yeah, happy, I'm jealous as fuck! Happy?"
There was silence for a good few minutes, minutes in which you couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth and left you wondering.
"No, I'm not happy. Because you could have said that earlier. Without me guessing clues like an idiot."
She pulled away from you a little as you continued to stare at her, not taking the intensity out of it making Natalie nervous as she felt it penetrate her to the depths of her soul.
"I'm... I'm not good at that kind of thing" she said putting her hands in her pockets and with a slurred whisper.
"I know that. That's why I'm giving you another chance. Say what you really want to tell me, please Nat."
She was this time shy, scared of you and with your eyes locked on her she looked up at the ceiling and cursed to herself, while biting her lip trying to contain the wave of emotions she felt. But she decided to trust you, to trust the person she most wanted to see out of that hell and at least try the life she wanted out of there.
So looking next to you, with tears in her eyes, she sniffled and finally confessed to you what she felt deep inside.
"...I don't want him to touch you. Don't let him take the only good thing I have. Do you understand now?"
You don't know why you let her do that but in the end you did, she left you there perplexed and unable to react but a part of your heart was screaming at you not to let her go, the same one that took care of her when she couldn't even get up, the same one that visited her every day to see that she was still alive, the same one that forced her to go to therapy for fear that she would collapse in your arms and the one that that same night defended her to someone who didn't know who she was, your Nat.
