Chapter Text
Epilogue
June 2nd, 2019
Jackie crosses across the kitchen to her mother with a huff, swiping the toast from the woman’s hands. “Jacqueline, you’re going to that camp whether you like it or not.” Marilyn Taylor scolded, gesticulating wildly, flashy gold bracelets and bangles clanging together in a cacophony. “I already said I wanted to go.” Jackie replied stubbornly “I just don’t see why I have to leave tomorrow.” The blonde scowls. Her mother shakes her head, a frown tearing into her face. “The Sadecki’s told me you broke up with that nice boy, Jeff. They said it was rather humiliating for him, considering it was in front of the entire student body,” Jackie jumps up to interject, mouth hanging open “Tut! So— this is your punishment. You know they go to our church, Jacqueline.”
A pout graces Jackie’s features, and her mom walks over. “Don’t fuss, honey. You’ll still have your iPhone!” Marilyn attempts to soothe. “Don’t call it an iPhone, mom. It’s just ‘phone.’” Jackie grumbles, shaking her head.
Shauna Shipman pounds on her steering wheel as Weezer’s ‘Buddy Holly’ blares from the speakers of her old Chevy pick-up truck. Freshly 18, her mom had been rather eager to usher her out of her old house in Ontario. Shauna liked volleyball enough— but she was good at it, and she had always been a sucker for familiarity. As she pulls into the camp, she shakes her head with a grin as Van Palmer jogs up to the truck. The ginger girl tugs Shauna’s door open just as she was attempting to open it and step out, causing her to stumble and land awkwardly on her ankle. Her face screws up, a heavy breath escaping her lips. “Jesus, Van!” She manages to grit out. “Dude, I’m like so sorry, but the chicks here are absolutely smokin’ hot.” Shauna attempts a grimace, but a smirk pulls at her lips.
The smile fades just as quickly as it comes, as Shauna sees a pristine white BMW pull into the lot across from her truck. Van quirks an eyebrow, and Shauna takes a glance at the license plate, scoffing directly after. “American.” She huffs, like that explains everything. Van nods as if to say ‘Ah.’
A tan blonde steps out of the passenger side door— dirty blonde? Shauna wasn’t entirely sure. What she was sure of, though— this girl was breathtaking.. annoyingly so. She looked small enough to be a libero, but had enough meat on her legs to be a opposite.
Shauna must have audibly gasped, because she hears Van snorting a laugh out distantly through her brain fog. A woman that looks similar to the younger girl steps out, but she looks to be in her mid 40s.
“Now, Jacqueline. Remember not to cause a fuss. Be good.” That was her mother’s goodbye. No hug, nothing. As her mother pulled out of the lot, she grumbles “Yeah, love you too mom.” Mom. The word left a bad taste in Jackie’s mouth. She sighs, grabbing her bags and turning around. Her breath stutters as she catches sight of a tall, pale brunette. Definitely an opposite. The girl was facing away from her, and like anyone would, she lets her gaze travel up her body, eyes widening as she caught sight of her ass— wow. She pauses.
What?
We don’t— we don’t look at other girls asses, Jacqueline.
“Shut up.” She mutters mindlessly, obviously loud enough to catch the attention of the brunette and her ginger friend.
The girl spins around, her face was just as ravishing as her back. Not now. “Excuse me?” The girl quirks an eyebrow, crossing her arms. It wasn’t very intimidating. “Sorry! I’m, uh, I’m Jackie. Taylor.” She grins awkwardly at the two girls, who smirk at one another, clearly amused. Jackie flushes at the exchange, both with frustration and embarrassment. “I’m Shauna. Shipman.” The brunette— Shauna teases, coaxing more blood to Jackie’s face. The ginger girl simply introduces herself as Van. “Where are you from?” Van asks. “Connecticut.” Vans eyebrows furrow while Shauna’s shoot up in recognition. “So.. you’re like super American, then?” She smiles crookedly. “I’m not sure what warrants as ‘super’ American.” The blonde chuckles nervously.
Van smirks as a motorcycle pulls up. “Shauna, Nat’s here.” She jerks her head over to where this ‘Nat’ girl is. The girl tugs her helmet off, a blonde shag falling to her shoulders. She doesn’t miss how Shauna runs up and hugs her. She stands back awkwardly, waiting until everyone walks back up to her. “Jackie, right? I’m Natalie. Call me Nat.” The girls voice was raspy, her eyeliner messily applied. It was oddly charming.
“We should probably go check in. To see our cabins.” Jackie smiles.
What a fucking bitch.
Shauna shakes her head, grabbing her bags and walking up to the check-in. She glances down at the list, scanning the page for her name. Shauna Shipman- Yellowjackets, Cabin 06. “Cabin 6.” Jackie gasps excitedly. “Me too!” Shaunas eyebrows furrow in response. “Great.” She bites, lips curling into a sneer; though she smiles inwardly as she sees Jackie recoil. Van and Nat both have the same cabin.
They all grab their bags, Shauna scoffing softly as she sees the ginormous luggage Jackie’s carrying. The walk to the cabin through the grass is tedious, due to the terrain being bumpy. Van swings the door to the large cabin open, chuckling in disbelief after peeking in. Everyone steps inside, Shauna having a similar reaction to Vans. She walks over, setting her duffel on the only single bed. The others were bunks. Jackie scoffs. “Why do you get the only single bed?” Shauna looks around, not seeing any of the other present girls object. “Because I got to it first?” She chuckles, sitting down on the edge of said bed. “Yes, but—“
“You are aware you aren’t always gonna get everything you want, correct?” Shauna fake pouts, cocking her head to the side. Jackie gasps in offense, hand on her chest like she was stabbed. “God, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” The girl grumbles, much to Shauna’s displeasure. Van and Nat just look at each other with worry.
Shauna slumps onto the bed, kicking her shoes off and pulling a book out of her bag, completely zoning out.
God, this girl is pretentious. Jackie was still astounded at the audacity, simply standing in the room and staring at her like an idiot, until she comes to the conclusion she looks stupid and sits down on her bunk with a scoff.
She plays on her phone for a little until a bell goes off, likely signaling dinner. She stands with a stretch, groaning at the satisfying crack of her joints. The girls make their way to the mess hall, Jackie and Shauna occasionally bumping elbows.
They all shuffled onto a wooden table, Shauna, Van, and Nat on one side, Jackie on the other. “Jesus, Shauna. Just go to the other side! There’s no room over here.” Nat grumbles, shoving against Shauna. Reluctantly, Jackie scoots over, making room for Shauna. Her thigh brushes Jackie’s, and the latter shivers.
“Is it just me, or do you guys see that girl like, totally checking me out?” Van grins, tilting her head and subtly gesturing to an African American girl a few tables away. The girls lips quirk up and she gives Van a small wave, causing the girl to turn a deep shade of crimson. Jackie stifles a laugh, shivering soon after. Dumbass. Didn’t bring a hoodie or anything? Almost unconsciously, she scoots closer to Shauna, shamelessly pressing her thigh against hers. She feels Shauna tense against her, but she doesn’t move, simply scowls and scoots closer.
The girl who waved at Van made her way up to the table, accompanied by a tall brunette with bangs, and a shorter girl, also brunette with a mole above her lip. She stretches her hand out to Van with a sly smile. “Hi. I’m Tai.”
Van sputters for a second before enthusiastically taking Tai’s hand in both of hers and shaking it. “Vanessa. Van, sorry— just, Van.” The visiting girls giggle and Tai smiles serenely. “Ooh. A charmer, cute. This is Lottie—“ she gestures to the tall girl on her left “—and Mari.” The shorter girl on her right. Jackie smiles at them. “Hi! I’m Jackie.”
“I’m Shauna.” The girl next to her mumbles, forcing a smile onto her face.
“Natalie.” The blonde grins at them, leaning her face on her fist.
Mari seems to take a liking to Jackie immediately, complimenting her hair, her eyes, her outfit. Everything. “Well, we’ll see you guys around?” Lottie asks hopefully, smiling at Nat. They all nod.