Her brows furrowed at your notification; a slight scoff escaping her lips.

Ellie Williams wasn't one to believe that a break up insinuated the end of a relationship; hence why she was constantly spending so much time with you from the very moment you both seperated by your choice. Her piercing green gaze shifted to you, eyeing you in her car with your oat-milk latte — a mocking yet jealous expression upon her face and she noticed your immediate eyeroll before she stated; "Oh? Abby Anderson? Seriously? You're actually texting that knucklehead?" she rasped, a. hint of irritation in her tone.

"Jesus Christ.." she murmured, unlocking your phone and beginning to text the girl back on your phone as you tried to grasp it back,

"No--, I'm telling her you're not interested, you're not allowed to talk to that actual fucking idiot-," she rasped, grasping your wrists with one large hand as she typed the text back.

You weren't dating, yet, you were still hers. Why didn't you get that?