I'm Obsessed (Billie Eilish) REWRITTEN

Mindgames

"i'm waiting for a sign"

Billie's POV:

"Are you cool with burritos?" I asked, trying to slice through the silence that had settled in my car. Her only reply was a dismissive "hm," which only fueled my irritation. Leaning over, I grabbed the aux cable from the dashboard and tossed it onto her lap, my fingers brushing against her skin just enough to make it feel intentional. "Come on, play some music so I don't end up dozing off with all this awkwardness."

She rolled her eyes as she plugged it into her phone, the corner of her mouth twitching in annoyance. "You could've asked me a bit nicer, Billie."

I shot her a challenging look, raising an eyebrow. "Nice, huh? As nice as you always talk to me, right?" I stopped at a red light and turned to her, my frustration bubbling over. "Honestly, what's your issue with me? It feels like no matter what I do, you've got something to complain about. It's like I can't do anything right."

She sighed, her gaze dropping to her lap before flicking back to me, her eyes betraying a mix of emotions. "Billie, I don't have a problem with you. I had to leave because my brother called. You have no idea how annoying he can be when things don't go his way."

For a moment, I felt a twist of guilt for being so angry. There was something in her eyes that hinted she was genuinely sorry this time. But I wasn't about to let her off that easily. I leaned closer, my voice dropping low and sultry, "maybe it's just that you're scared of what's between us."

As the light turned green, I shrugged it off and turned my gaze back to the road, smirking. "Whatever, Stella. Just remember, you're the one missing out if you don't let me close."

Estella's POV:

Billie chose to remain silent, refusing to accept that it wasn't my fault this time, and the drive to Taco Bell seemed to go on forever. Billie grabbed about eight burritos while I ate a small salad out of nervousness. I'm not sure why, but even though I was extremely hungry, I was unable to force myself to eat more. "So, I was thinking, would you like to do a movie night today?" Billie said, clearing her throat. I turned to her, raising my eyebrows in confusion. "Wait, weren't you just upset like ten minutes ago? And now you're saying you want to have a movie night with me?"

"I was upset, but I'd rather not waste our time together being angry," she said playfully, starting the engine. "So, it's movie night then?" she added, flashing me a small, flirty smile as she backed out of the parking lot. She turned her focus back to the road, and I turned my head to look out the window, muttering, "I wasn't even agreeing."

She glanced at me with a teasing glint in her eye. "Oh, come on, Stella. Don't pretend you don't want to. Watching a movie with me could be quite fun."

time skip... 

Billie's POV:

Even though Stella didn't exactly agree to a movie night—well, she didn't reply to me at all—I decided to just drive over to my place. I believed her story about her brother being a handful, but like I said, two can play that game, and I'm pretty good at it. I had plenty of time to think about the past few days and what had happened with Stella.

It's no secret she's treated me like garbage, even though all I wanted was to be her friend. And I can't quite figure out why I kind of liked it. Was it because she didn't treat me like a celebrity? Or was it that I had to actually fight for her attention, unlike everyone else, who would practically bend over  if I just said "hi"?

Still, she left me hanging, and I'll make sure to get back at her for that. I won't be too harsh, but she really needs to understand that it wasn't cool, even if it wasn't entirely her fault.

As I mentioned before, I had time over the past few days to reflect on everything, which has led me to question what this unusual feeling I have for her actually is. Am I really this eager to be her friend? I am currently confused about my feelings because I've always been attracted to men and have never been involved with a girl.Besides being at the party with Alex—let's be honest, that was mostly about getting back at Stella—it's clear I kind of used her to get under Stella's skin.But why would I want to upset Stella? I really need to sort out what I'm feeling for her. Right now, though, I can't help but enjoy getting under her skin—watching her get annoyed with me, seeing her blush because of something I said, and noticing her struggle with the same feelings I'm grappling with.