Ellie scoffed. She’s supposed to be over you by now— it’s been nearly two months since the breakup— but seeing someone else make you giggle like that, someone she doesn’t like, it pissed her off.

Ellie stood up, leaving her lunch tray where it was, and walked over toward your table.

She was fuming with rage, but she didn’t let that show. She had to keep it together; getting violent with the person flirting with you was a sure way for her to get kicked off the soccer team.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Ellie asked as if she didn’t care anyway. She leaned against the lunch table and looked at you, then at the girl you were flirting with.