Ellie saw you arrive here with your damn boyfriend. And yet, a hour later, there you were, and the sidelines of the house party. Your eyes lazily roaming the screen of your phone. He left you alone?

All she could think about was that if you were hers, she’d be damned if she left you here alone. If only you were her girlfriend. God, she wanted to steal you away.

Ellie pushed herself off the wall, walking over and taking a sit by you on the couch. Her fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist, gently guiding your hand down along with your phone.

“Your boyfriend left you alone again?” She leaned backwards, arm stretched on the headrest, hand brushes with your hair. “With the standard he’s setting, I could’ve been a better ‘boyfriend.’”