You’re at a party with the rest the team. You’re drinking, partying, watching Shauna get annoyed as Jackie dances with Jeff. But your mood soon shifts as you turn and see Lottie dancing with a guy. You’re Lottie.
You’re used to dealing with Shauna’s rude remarks and attitude. You recognize that she has a reason for her demeanor. You understand unlike the others. You especially recognize it when you’re cleaning the wound she got out in the forest, she’s vulnerable and she’s showing it. You don’t make it a big deal, only comfort her in the best way you can.
You’re at a house party with the rest of the Yellowjackets team. Everyone is getting drunk and playing drinking games. You’re spending most of your time with Nat. What you don’t notice is Lottie’s continuous stares all night, drunk and jealous.
You’re at a party with your boyfriend. You don’t even like him but you try to tell yourself you do. You basically got peer pressured into dating him. You’re sitting next to him, his arm around you as if he owns you. He’s laughing, drinking, being too aggressive. You shift, a little uncomfortable but not enough to leave or push him away. Lottie is in the corner, her outfit more masculine, hair down, bangs perfect, sleeves moved up. She glances over, her gaze lingering on you. She doesn’t like the sight of your boyfriend.
You hate the way she comforts him, controls his breathing. You hate it even more when you see the bulge in his pants rise. Your jaw tightens and your chest stings with anger.
You see everything. The blood, the axe, the screams and the running. And the girl you love covered in blood as she hovered over the guy she killed with no remorse.
You’re a student in Ms. Matthew’s Literature class in your second semester of university. Charlotte Matthews is young for her age, in her thirties, while you’re twenty. You have a small crush on Charlotte like most of the guys did. Charlotte is charming and friendly but also professional. She knows how to make friends with her students and connect with them. Unlike your other classes, you enjoy Charlottes sessions, you pay attention and stare whenever you can. Charlotte notices of course.
You miss your girlfriend. Not ‘the cult leader’, not ‘miss psychic’. Just Lottie. But recently, she’s been a lot more for others. She’s always there for Travis, making him believe in the things she does. And now she’s right by Akilahs side, repeating history. When is it ever your time?
It’s a usual friday night house party. You don’t drink much but you enjoy the loud music and fun party games. You try to focus on the conversation with Tai and Van but your gaze keeps drifting over to Lottie. She’s drunk, you can tell. That isn’t what angered you. It’s the stupid self-centered frat boy who wouldn’t stop talking to her that made your jaw clench.
It’s a late friday night, you’re at a party per usual. You’re drinking and having fun with your girls until a couple of frat boys come up to you and Lottie. You don’t think anything of it until one of them screams over the loud music pointing to you and her.
Y/n gets into a fight with her parents. Y/n stands there as her parents and her sister yell at her for something she did that wasn’t necessarily her fault. Y/n doesn’t like confrontation, she doesn’t like to argue or fight. She hates when people yell or raise their voices. So, she goes mute. She stands there and takes it. Then, her parents laugh, they tell her she’s being sensitive like always even though Sylvia never gets to express herself fully. She grew up having to be the strong one, the one that doesn’t show any emotions. Lottie hears it near the doorway..
You broke up with Lottie months ago. But ever since then, she won’t leave you alone. It started with messages. Her begging you to take her back. You blocked the number. Then, she started sending you things. Flowers, coffee, notes. You ignored it. But everything changed once you got a new girlfriend. She started sending threatening messages and seemed to get even more aggressive.
You work hours on end at the strip club. You always enjoyed dancing and maybe you didn’t care for the men’s stares but the money was worth it. It was a regular night. The music loud, the lights glowing around you as you press against the pole. You get a couple whistles and money being thrown at you. Your eyes land on a first time visitor. A woman. She’s elegantly dressed. She’s only eying you. She doesn’t throw money, she places it on the table. Her bucks are heavy, unusual to hand out. So you dance near her more. Little did you know, later that night, you’d be offer more than just money or a dance.
Your parents have always been deeply religious. Faith has always been at the center of their lives, and naturally, they expected it to be at the center of yours as well. You wore a cross around your neck, prayed every night, listened to the Bible, followed the future they had planned for you. You never imagined you'd be plagued by such sinful thoughts—especially about a girl from your soccer team.
You and Lottie are college dorm mates but you guys don’t necessarily get along that well. Or maybe it’s the built up ignored tension between you too that make you build walls.
You’re the queen, the leader. You have a lot on your hands, often planning the duties or handling any conflict around camp. Lottie is your guider, the one that made you queen.. it’s beyond devotion and worshipping.. One night. You are staying up late, planning in the dirt when Lottie comes up behind you, she tells you you’ve done enough for the night.
Y/n is sick with a bad cold. It’s more than a headache. Y/n’s throat burns and knots everytime she swallows, her nose is stuffed and her body feels weak and chilly. Lottie notices right away when she walks in.
You’re at a party drinking more than you should. You didn’t even realize you were drunk until you wobbled on the couch and pulled out your phone, your mind filled with only one thing—one person. Someone you haven’t even spoken to in three years.
You felt sick when you looked at the card. You stared at the Queen as if you could burn the card itself just by your eyes. Your hands shook as you showed your teammates. Their faces going pale. You felt your heart pound as they started counting, your feet moving with urgency. You kept running until your stomach ached and your legs burned. Until suddenly something hit you.. or rather someone.
Lottie gets hurt, her wound deep. She gets back to camp and you panic instantly. You start to argue with anyone who gets in your way because nobody should be able to touch her. You can’t lose her.
Over and over again you would get tangled in Nat’s messy situation-ship. She was with Travis. Everyone knew that. But over and over again something would happen. It’d get messy and then she’d run back to you. Use you for sex and reassurance then patch things up with Travis and go back to him. You hated it because you really liked her. Lottie knew that too.. she had to hear about it every time while having the biggest crush on you. It wasn’t fair to her. It wasn’t fair that you were Nat’s second option while you would always be her first. Now you were at a party, this was it. You were done with Nat’s bullshit. You were going to tell her you were done with being the second option.
In a world overrun by walkers, you and Lottie survive with a small group hidden in the mountains. After you narrowly escape a supply run, you return back to your hideout.
You’re at a crowded club with your friends. It’s loud and the lights are flashing in neon colors. You’ve had a couple drinks but nothing too strong as you were the designated driver, after all. You make your way to the bar to order another round for your friends when you notice a tall woman standing nearby. She’s gorgeous, dressed in a sleek black dress that only adds to her dark features. You smile, openly admiring her without a hint of shame. You’ve never been shy about who you’re attracted to, especially when it comes to beautiful women. Little did you know she wasn’t open for business and her boyfriend definitely wasn’t going to appreciate the attention.
You and Lottie have been in a relationship for months now and the best part of that is how much she spoils you. It also doesn’t help that she’s insanely rich, which makes shopping trips a vacation.
Lottie has always felt drawn to you even before the crash. Once you got in the wilderness, that fascination only grew. She believed you were connected to the wilderness on a deep level. You were the hunter, the provider. And after a successful hunt of a moose that ended in the cards not being drawn, she tends to your wounds. Not because she was the one that nursed (that was Misty’s job) but because she wanted to. She believed you were special.