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

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Ellie's pov
Of course, I knew it was wrong, and there's definitely no way around what this was- following someone- close but far away enough that they wouldn't notice you, and keeping a distance where you could watch their every move... a.k.a, stalking.

Yet, here I am, four fucking rows behind her, and she doesn't have a clue.

I tried, I really did- to mind my own business, but our last interaction felt like it could be saved- that I could save it.
Plus, I needed to know how close Skyler and her new "roommate" have gotten. Surly, not that close, considering it's only been a little over a week.

I couldn't give less than two shits about the game, being too focused on Skyler. She seemed less enthusiastic than I expected- almost like she didn't want to be there.
Sure, we haven't known each other that long, but I can tell when she's stressed out about something; what I didn't know was why?

Fuck. I really shouldn't be here doing this. Skyler would just have more reason to distance herself from me, but I can't stop, no matter what I do- it always comes back to her.

The game finally ended- of course, with Abby being the savior of the night, and I was just about to leave.

I got up from the bleachers, hood over my head to ensure I wouldn't be noticed, but Skyler got up which made me sit back down.

I watched her go down the stairs, almost like she was about to leave, but she doesn't- instead, she goes up to the fence that hugged the field.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion- not sure what she was waiting for, but it didn't take long to figure it out.

I scanned the field, looking for whatever it was that had her attention, and boom- Abby, walking up to the fence and leaning over it, getting closer to Sky.

My fists tightened inside the front pockets of my hoodie, but almost as fast as the anger came, it went, instead being replaced by a tinge of sadness and something else I couldn't pinpoint.
Whatever it was that they were talking about, she seemed happy- like whatever stress she was feeling earlier had disappeared.

I felt my guts churn, seeing the girl -that I, without a doubt in my mind- was the only girl I'd ever want- was now at risk of leaving my life forever and being taken away by some jock of all people.

I had enough. I couldn't stand to keep tormenting myself like this.
I got up, but not before I saw Skyler and Abby walk away together toward the parking lot.

I followed them out, hanging back a good distance as I watched them get into- what I assumed; was Abby's car.

I felt sick- like actually sick. My body lurches forward, bending at the waist, throwing up what little I had in my stomach.

I wipe my mouth with my sleeve, looking at my hands in complete shock. I didn't know what was happening to me.
I felt nauseous, but at the same time- it felt harder to breathe- like my throat was closing up from an allergic reaction.

It dawned on me- this feeling. It wasn't something I was familiar with, and it was a feeling that I've distanced myself from; to keep myself safe- to prevent myself from getting hurt.

It was heartbreak.

All I know is- I can't give up- not on her, not on me, and not on us.

I had to keep trying until it killed me or until she hated me.

Skyler's POV
"So- uh... you're quite the star, I see." I turn to Abby from the passenger seat, slightly teasing her, a half smile tugging at the corner of my lips.