Between us • 𝖠 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (Ellie Williams x female oc)

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Some time has passed and Ellie has seemed to back off a bit. I mean, I don't know what I was expecting after that night. Maybe the idea of us actually dating was completely one-sided and I was delusional for thinking that we could be actual girlfriends. I felt like I was going in circles, chasing my own tail. I've thought about the things she's said and began reading in between the lines about I should stay away from her and I'm starting to think there's a reason for that. I wanted to be patient with her. Anyone could tell that she's been through some stuff without her even saying anything. I wanted to hang on to what we had, what could be. I wasn't perfect and I had my own issues, but I genuinely thought I could be good for her. Then again, maybe that's my own desperation telling me this.

I had arrived back to the room and wasn't all that surprised that it was empty, I sigh in frustration. To be fair she could still be in class, but that's part of the problem. Whenever I try to ask her where she is or even text her trying to meet up even if it's for a shitty lunch date, her excuse remains the same. 'Sorry class is running late.' It felt like such blatant bullshit. Does she think I couldn't tell what she's doing?

I start to get out my papers fully intending on getting shit done for class, but my mind was occupied with her. I pick up my phone, selecting her name and opening up our text history. My fingers drift over the keyboard.
"Hey-" Backspace.
"Can you help me with homework?-" Backspace.
"Why are you ignoring me?-" Backspace.
"This so so fucking stupid." I audibly huff to myself, tossing the phone to the side of me on the bed. I annoying open a textbook and flip through pages. Pissed that she was doing this to me again but even more pissed by how much it effected me. Couldn't focus in class, distracted by my thoughts of her and confused by her constant fucking mood swings. I stare at the numbers on the page already thinking of the next distraction when a knock at the door did it for me.
"Come in!"
The door swung open and that familiar loud and overly bubbly voice announced itself as my friend liv.
"Helloooo." Her sing-songy voice wasn't really what I had in mind for a distraction.
"Hey liv." She looked at me disgusted that I hadn't matched her high energy.
"What's your deal?"
I flashed her the homework in my hands and that seemed to convince her. Taking a seat next me and looking at the papers.
"Sorry bitch, but I can't help with that."
"Well, thanks anyway." I didn't want to talk to Olivia. Sure, going into college she was my best friend and has been since childhood but we're polar opposites and being in college together only seems to magnify that.
"Where's your dickhead roommate?" Her choice or words strikes a nerve but at the same time maybe she was right.
"Uh- class."
She nods and purses her lips mischievously, so obviously wanting to say something but was holding back.
"What is it liv?" I remained monotoned and annoyed.
"Sooo- we wanted to go out tonight, but we need a DD."
"And?" I already knew where this was going but I was praying I was wrong.
"Pleaseeee-" She put on a show of puppy eyes and a pouted lip. I sigh loudly and rolled my eyes at her. The last thing I wanted to deal with right now is drunk people, but I knew that if I said no that wasn't going to stop her from going.
"Ugh-fine." She wraps her arms around me dramatically and praised me for being a good friend, but it all felt fake.
"See you at 10!" She leaves the room leaving me alone once more. Frustrated to the point I could cry, but wallowing in your own self pity never helps.

It was near the time I could be expecting Olivia and her roommate so I got ready just to look like I fit in at wherever we're going tonight. No point in trying to score free drinks, I put on a black skirt that I definitely had to be careful bending over in, a black tank with a long sleeve mesh top over it.
"Why did I agree to this." I whine to myself, zipping up the chunky boots I decided on. I check over myself in the mirror and was pretty pleased. Breasts sat high on my chest thanks to the push up bra and felt like all the right places were displayed. Sure, I wasn't trying to impress anyone nor did I plan on having a good time, but you never know.