Something always bothered you about Ellie. From the second she stepped in Jackson’s with Joel, something irked you about her. Her sarcasm? Nope. Cocky attitude? Possibly. You never could pin point what exactly you hated about her, you just did. The feeling was definitely mutual. The second the two of you were in a room, the tension became unbearable almost suffocating.

“I said that kill was mine!” Ellie said, glaring at you, as once again you took down the clicker she said she’d go for.