I know I didn't get in your hair

But how dare she call him boring, he holds the knife firm in his hand, raising it toward her, pointing it at her. Dark eyes wide with her audacity, a dark laugh leaving his throat. Because how dare she call him fucking boring.

"Me? Boring? Are you out of your fucking MIND?? Have I not hunted at your side? Have I not followed your every command? Have we not gorged ourselves our our friends with bloody smiles?? The only reason you arn't boring anymore yourself is thanks to these woods. The moment you go back to the real world you know exactly how fucking boring your going to end up...Me however? Tell me again how boring you think I'll fucking be huh? Tell me how boring I was before!! GO ON!!"

Robbie did not like to be thought of as boring. If he survives these woods, he still has quite a career waiting for him, a life he can build. But what did his good friend...Shauna Shipman have? Maybe he and Norm wont survive their relationship past the woods...But Robbie wasn't going to loose Norm too, they lost Jackie, Javi...They have hunted their friends and are turning on one another quickly...

"You wanna kill the only two fucking people who can work on any electronics!? You wanna kill the only thing left we have of Jackie??!! What will you do when all there is left is you in the woods Shauna?"

"You were Jealous of Jackie for being the popular one, you couldn't have her, you had to have everything she had. Now your mad because I got Norm?? Fuck you Shipman! YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME! Norm and I had nothing to DO WITH YOU, Y-You you could of mourned with us, you-you could of done anything else than what you did but now here we fucking are!!"

Robbie gulps and holds tightly to his knife, he wasn't going to let her hurt Norm. But he also knows Shauna was stronger than him, and if one of them didn't end up dead. Both of them were going to end up very very hurt.

It's ironically tragic, how even now, they share the same baggage. Where they used to laugh at the bleachers and lift each other up, now they sneer at each other and try to bring one another down. The wilderness had such an effect on people, it had warped them so thoroughly, if they ever got to look at themselves in a mirror, they'd probably see something they never thought possible.

But Robbie still had a place in her heart. She'd be stupid not to acknowledge that. The shields she has been putting up can do no more than pretend she is alone. But, even as he stands opposed to her, he is right there. When had she categorized that as a bad thing?

Shauna hesitates when he retaliates easily. She tries to keep up appearances, but Robbie was right. After this, she'll have nothing – the wilderness took everything of value from her. She remains, and she is worthless. Jackie is not here for her to blame, nothing is left but the truth; she has always been the boring one. The shallow one. The shadow.

Robbie would go on to be a genius, work on robotics or just about anything else as grand as that. He had always been special... She gravitated toward special, exactly because she could not be that.

"Shut up," she whispers, but even that is not enough. Her voice is weak as he says exactly what she has been thinking. What happens later? What happens when everything is lost but her? She is not ready to leave all that she lost behind. "Shut up, I–"

She chokes on the truth, she can barely move now. It throws her off just how much Robbie knew her, how much of what she thought a secret was just... common knowledge. The only one that didn't know was already dead. And maybe it was for the best, for she'd hate who Shauna was now. Still, she scoffs.

"You really think you can kill me, Robbie? You're delusional. You've always been, I just didn't know how deep that delusion was." The bite that had been there before is almost absent now, a whimper of what it once was. She can't fight him. Deep down, she knows he is still her friend, just as he said... And she can't afford to lose him, too. What was she doing?

"Fuck it, I shouldn't be wasting my time with you. I have better things to do." Or, actually, she had listened and he was right... and she didn't want to fight and potentially lose him, or what was left of herself, or both. Especially with Jackie, staring back at her from the woods, disappointed.

What...?

"my apologies." his smile is an oil slick, smarmily polite. jd takes another drag of his cigarette, takes the opportunity to examine the girl standing before him. surely one of the infamous yellowjackets, the town of wiskayok's very own national sob story. "i didn't mean to offend."

he's seen their faces on the news, surely, but didn't take much note of it. in the photos, they look like any other teenage girls. they were all the town could talk about when jd first moved to new jersey, their precious soccer champions, disappeared without a trace. as if the earth swallowed them whole. and then, miracle of miracles, here they are again, a year and a half later. some of them, anyway.

jd turns his gaze up to the statue again. jackie taylor, wiskayok's very own golden calf. seems a little tacky, to only immortalize one girl in stone when he's pretty sure there were others who died out there, but what does he know? maybe death doesn't turn everyone into saints. maybe it's only girls like jackie taylor, team captains with perfectly coiffed hair, that the town wants to remember.

She's incredibly annoyed. Not entirely because of his words, but because of the circumstances themselves. How long had she been staring at that damn statue for? How much of what's left of herself has she lost with just staring? Even as stone, Jackie is still so radiant, her light casts a strong shadow against her.

And she misses it so badly. The shadow here, despite being so dark, does not compare. Even in an image carved to her likeness, there is so little of Jackie left.

She sighs, turning away from the statue, though remaining near it. Her nod is small, she is quiet for a little, letting it linger. The statue's shadow against the asphalt reminds her that she can't run away from it... Jackie is gone, look how big her absence is.

"I did," Shauna says, venom sliding out, an anger that shouldn't be directed at the curious bystander. But she glances over him like he hurt a pet of hers... Or like he sullied Jackie's legacy. "If you got to meet her, you'd know just how great she truly was. This statue doesn't even compare. Not at all. Fuck, it feels like a joke."

A shake of her head and she is back to sulking, arms crossed in defense.

Joel eyed the girl. She wasn’t just out for a weekend in the woods. He could tell that much. There were hints of it being something different all together. He tried to rack his brain seeing if he could remember hearing anything about any missing girl. When she spoke and asked him if his plane crashed and he remembered. That high school girls soccer team. If she was one of them they’d been out her a hell of a long time. They’d be different, changed some way. He would proceed with caution.

“I flew in on a small plane. Buddy of mine, gave me a ride. I’m out here for the weekend. Needed some fresh air and some peace.” He said with a nod. That was the truth. He had no reason to lie.

“How about you?” He asked. "What you're story. If you feel like talking. I was gonna dress this deer and prep some for dinner. I you wanted to help me. Looks of that knife you know how?" He said softly, nodding to the knife in her belt.

He had reached all the way here, deliberately. That man came over to hunt, exactly as he had mentioned before and yet, Shauna wants to doubt him. But he seems honest and that irks her. But, why? This could be the key, the chance for them to get out of here...

Why does she feel a strange tingling feeling on the pit of her stomach? Was it fear... or a craving?

Shauna hesitates when the conversation is thrown back to her. He doesn't linger upon it, though, instead inviting her to do something with their time. Far away from the girls she is so angry at, into the proximity of a man she doesn't know about and still feels like she could cling to. Anyone is better than the girls playing fantasies with each other...

She tries to ignore it, that thorn in her heart making her remember about the father who abandoned her. And the mother that probably moved on with her life, by now.

Why would this man even try to know about someone so... unwanted? She takes a light bite of her lips, keeping the knife low, in tune with her gaze.

"I... I'm a Yellowjacket." She admits, hesitant to see if there is even a semblance of a reaction. Had they all forgotten about them? Were they even missed? "I guess I've had enough time to learn how to butcher dead things."

When he speaks of his kid, the thorn in her heart grows vines. A father, missing his child so much that he needs an escape from it. An empty nest... Instead of a nest abandoned. She scoffs to brush off the nausea building up. The contrast is staggering, it feels like she is being mocked somewhat.

𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕴 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕴 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

jackieshauna x obsession. not sure how the rest of the movie would go for them but i thought this scene would be fun to draw

taissa can guess the reason shauna's asking. it's not like she's close friends with the other girl, but they are teammates, and whenever shauna and jackie are fighting, everyone can feel it. there's something in the air. it's in the way they play, too -- practice was a mess today; as if their lack of coordination had infected the rest of the girls.

what she doesn't know is why shauna's asking her. taissa's never been good at reassuring, at saying what other people wanted to say. if shauna wanted kindness, or a shoulder to cry on, she should have gone to van or lottie. (and if she wanted to get so fucked up she'd forget about the fight, natalie.)

The hive is buzzing out of tune. Shauna knows why. She doesn't think it's about her at all, she is only the perpetrator, it is the queen the rest of the hive listens to. And the queen is upset, therefore, they are all in disarray.

If this were a real hive, she wonders if she'd be punished with banishment... or death. Because it's all her fault, it's her fault Jackie was unable to call the shots properly, help the girls reach their goals, score points, buzz in-tune.

But a part of her wants some justification, some real defense... And she can't approach anyone else for the truth. No one else but Taissa, who stands toe to toe against anyone. And, fuck, she is even embarrassed for asking if she was embarrassing... But Taissa answers and, suddenly, she can stand the weight of her words a little longer.

"Not to my face, I guess, but..." Shauna glances to the side as if she had a big secret to share. Could she count something everyone knew about but refused to mention as an actual secret? She had noticed the way the other girls looked at her, whispered behind her back only to remain quiet when she approached. "I think the rest of the girls do think I'm embarrassing." Jackie most of all, she wanted to say, but...