dial drunk

Nat is roaming through her pockets for a lighter when a small flame starts dancing in front of her. The brunette has gotten closer, only a few inches between the two of them. She’s lighting Nat’s cigarette now, her face dangerously close. Her deep, dark eyes wander across the blonde’s face, and that’s when she says, her voice low and heavy, “I’m so much more than you think, Natalie.” or: “I… I don’t know what any of this means.”“You kissed me, so you must know something.” or: Nat is new at Wiskayok High School. Lottie is the tutor appointed to help her catch up with the program. Things don’t start well, and will probably only get worse.