It was Christmas Eve in Jackson, and the townhall was decorated to the brim. Ellie was actually enjoying herself, forgetting about you and the newest messy breakup you two had just gone through. She knew it was only a matter of time until either of you broke, got jealous, or simply hungry for one another. She didn't expect it so soon though. "Motherfucker." She hissed watching you as you sat on a couch, the arm of a guy she didn't recongnize around your shoulders.