texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 7
nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader
bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.
The water felt nice. Warm, a little heavy.
Lights swam over your arms — red, green, something blue, whatever. You kicked lazily toward the deep end, hair floating around your face, eyes barely open. Everything up top was loud. Music, shouting, glass clinking, someone throwing up maybe.
It was better down here. Dimmed and Fuzzy. Kind of perfect.
You heard your name, muffled and far away.
You stayed under a second longer.
The second shout came clearer. “Bitch, come up!”
You broke the surface with a laugh, hair slicked back, water dripping down your face. “What?”
Your friend stood at the edge of the pool, holding a half-empty cup, eyes wide like she’d been calling you forever.
“What?” you asked again, louder this time, wiping your face as someone cannonballed behind you. A wave hit your back, followed by a splash of cold and a bunch of laughter from the other end of the pool.
Your friend rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up here. Gio’s been bugging me since he got here and you’ve just been floating around like a mermaid bitch.”
You scoffed, rubbing water off your cheek. “The hell do I care about Gio? Tell him to get over it.”
Your friend scoffed and shook her head before turning away, muttering something under her breath as she pushed through the crowd and disappeared back inside the house.
You just rolled your eyes and grinned at the girl sitting at the edge of the pool, who held out a red cup without a word. You took it and drank whatever was in it without thinking. Something fruity and strong. It burned just enough.
You winked at her, head buzzing, skin warm, everything soft around the edges. The music thumping in your chest. Voices blurred with the beat as lights swam across the pool deck.
You climbed out of the pool, water trailing down your legs, your black bikini clinging to your skin. The night air wrapped around you, cooler than you expected, but you barely felt it.
You grabbed the shirt you left on the table and pulled it over your head, still damp, sticking a little as it slid down.
The music shifted into something you like, “Love Me Harder”. You bobbed your head to it as you walked back toward the house, passing a couple making out against the open bathroom door. The shouts from the patio faded behind you.
Your eyes moved across the room, scanning for Olivia. You’d left your phone with her hours ago. Maybe longer.
“Hey, have you seen Olivia?” you asked the nearest person, some girl holding an empty bottle. She blinked at you and shrugged.
You rolled your eyes and cut through the crowd, weaving past people playing some drunk version of charades in the hallway, others yelling over a chug.
The kitchen smelled like tequila and weed. Too hot and loud.
You barely looked up until you spotted her—Olivia—perched halfway up the stairs, talking to some guy.
You walked over, stepping between them without a word. “My phone?”
The guy looked you up and down.
Olivia grinned, already holding it out. A smirk tugged at her mouth, eyes gleaming like she knew something.
She passed you your phone, fingers brushing yours for a second too long.
“Oh,” she added, almost as an afterthought, “Gio was looking for you.”
You groaned. “I don’t wanna hear another thing about Gio.”
Your face twisted without meaning to, already turning away—right as he showed up.
“Hey,” Gio said, stepping in front of you. “I’ve been looking for you.”
You blinked, trying not to sigh. “Yeah? What?”
He smiled like it meant something. “It’s just been a long time, you know? Since we talked. Since... all that. I guess I just wanted to say I missed it. Or whatever we had.”
You barely looked at him as you opened E's messages that had been sitting on your phone for an hour.
well don’t drink too much ?
Your lips twitched. That stupid flutter in your chest kicked up again.
Gio was still talking. You weren’t listening to any of it.
You tapped back to your messages.
You sent it, even though the edges of your brain were already fuzzy from everything you’d had.
“Hey—are you listening?” Gio’s voice broke in again.
You looked up and raised your brows. “What?”
“I just told you I missed you.”
You shrugged, tone flat. “Well, Gio. I don’t. And seriously, you need to find another girl. I’m too busy with my life right now.”
He blinked, caught off guard. “How am I supposed to just get over it? You think it was easy for me? I—”
You weren’t even hearing it. Your eyes shifted past him, drifting lazily until they landed on someone leaning against the wall near the billiard table.
Her head was down, thumb lazily scrolling through her phone, a red cap dangling from her other hand like none of this touched her.
You squinted through the low light and noise. Shit. It was Ellie.
She was in a black jacket thrown over a white tee, pants slung low on her hips. Leaning against the wall like she didn’t care to belong, sipping from her drink like it was just another night to survive.
Gio was still talking, some half-assed plea falling out of his mouth, but you were already walking, cutting straight past him without a word.
“Ellie?” you called out, blinking hard. A grin tugged at your lips. “No way! You’re here?”
She looked up, caught off guard, eyes widening just slightly.
You didn’t think and closed the space between you and threw your arms around her, your body still a little damp, shirt clinging where it shouldn’t.
Her hand settled lightly on your waist. Warm and a little hesitant.
“Hi,” you laughed as you pulled back, grinning stupid. “I thought my mind was the playing tricks on me for a second back there.”
Ellie scratched at the back of her neck, “Yeah,” she said, smiling softly. “I’m here.”
You tilted your head a little too close, eyes glittering. “This definitely wasn’t on my bingo card tonight.” Your voice came out sweet and reckless, heat curling behind it.
You glanced down at yourself, dragging two fingers over the damp hem of your thin shirt. “Oh, and shit—sorry for the,” you waved at your clothes, “I’m a little bit wet.”
Ellie’s eyes dropped before she could stop herself. She nodded, a tiny jerk of her head, mouth opening like she might say something—but didn’t.
“It’s… it’s okay,” she said quietly, eyes dipping down for the briefest second before meeting yours again. Quick, but not quick enough.
She gave a small shrug, like she hadn’t just looked.
Her fingers tapped lightly against her cup, trying to seem casual. But her gaze kept pulling back—hovering just a little too long before she forced it away again.
For a moment, you just looked at her.
You didn’t know why, but she looked different tonight. Or maybe it was the way the slow flashing lights hit her face, catching in her lashes, slipping across her cheekbones. She looked… kind of good like that.
You smiled, small and easy. “So what made you come here?”
Ellie glanced down, then back up. “I don’t know. Just... really checking it out.” She gave a half-smile, one corner of her mouth lifting like it wasn’t sure if it wanted to stay.
You tilted your head. “Damn right. But if I’m Stan though?” You widened your eyes a little. “I’d be honored. Ellie Williams? Here?”
Ellie shook her head, eyes rolling soft. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” You grinned, watching the way she tried not to smile.
She scoffed under her breath, shaking her head again.
“So how’s your night so far?” you asked, shifting your weight closer to her. “Just got here? You seem sober enough for me.”
Ellie glanced to the side, like she was about to lie but didn’t. “Just watching. And yeah... sober enough.”
You followed her gaze to the group around the billiards table, some guys lining up shots with way too much confidence.
“Oh? You play with them?” you asked, already grabbing her wrist, pulling her gently with you. “C’mon. Let’s watch.”
Ellie let you lead her, falling into step.
“Just watching,” she repeated, eyes flicking to the table. “And you? You looked drunk to me.”
You gave her a look. “Oh please, drunk? I’m tough.”
She watched you for a second, like she was trying to tell if you were serious. Her eyes flicked over your face, amused and skeptical.
“Right,” she scoffed again, shaking her head.
You smirked as you caught her smile she tried to hide before she turned back to her drink.
“What? Do I look drunk to you already?” You asked, leaning in slightly.
Ellie raised her brows, amusement dancing in her eyes. She took a slow sip, watching you over the rim of her cup, before shaking her head. “Actually.. no.”
“If I were drunk, I’d already be doing something reckless.” You said with a grin.
You paused just long enough for it to land.
You looked around, just casually scanning the room—until your eyes landed on Gio, cutting through the crowd again like he hadn’t gotten the message the first time.
You groaned under your breath. “Oh, fuck me.”
Before Ellie could ask, you grabbed her wrist. “Come with me. Please.”
But you were already pulling her, slipping through bodies, heading for the stairs like you had somewhere to be.
You took the stairs two at a time, a little buzzed. Ellie followed close behind, her cup in one hand, eyes flicking around, unsure where you were taking her. A couple was half-tangled on the landing, making out as if they forgot other people existed. You sidestepped them, brushing past a guy vaping at the top who barely looked up from his cloud. The sweet smoke curled around your head.
Ellie quietly moved past him too, close enough for you to feel the warmth off her arm.
The hallway was narrow and dim. Doors shut or cracked open, bass from downstairs thudding through the walls. You walked past a room glowing blue from a TV screen, another filled with people yelling over Mario Kart.
You made it to the end of the hallway, eyes landing on a closed bathroom door. You knocked once, then again—louder.
Ellie raised a brow behind you. “You brought me all the way up here… to pee?”
You knocked again with more urgency. “Kinda?”
You leaned your ear closer, but it was quiet inside. Probably empty.
“I just needed to escape my obsessive ex for a minute,” you muttered, knocking once more for good measure.
You pushed the door with your shoulder. A little harder than you meant to.
It creaked open, swinging wide—and you stumbled a step forward, catching yourself on the doorframe with a laugh.
Ellie stepped forward fast, her free hand reaching out like she might catch you. “Jesus—are you good?”
You looked over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Her brows pulled together just a little.
You smirked, brushing your hair back. “I’m not drunk, Ellie. Relax.”
She didn’t say anything right away, just watching you like she wasn’t fully convinced.
You pulled the door slowly, inching it closed. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Ellie gave a quiet scoff under her breath. “Don’t fall in,” she muttered.
You flashed her a grin. “Yeah yeah, oh—tell Gio to get lost if you see him looking for me.”
That earned a small snort from her, but she nodded, backing away down the hall as the door clicked shut behind you.
You peed quickly, flushed, and washed your hands. When you looked up, your reflection met you in the mirror—flushed cheeks, lips pink from whatever drink had been in the red cup.
Your hair had started to curl as it dried, sticking in loose waves around your face and neck. One side of your shirt had slipped down your shoulder without you noticing, the thin fabric hanging unevenly, clinging to your skin in places, loose in others. It barely reached the middle of your thighs.
You tilted your head at your reflection, eyes narrowing slightly.
You grabbed your phone from where you left it on the sink and angled it toward the mirror.
One quick pic. Just you—flushed, eyes low-lidded, shirt slipping off your shoulder.
does this look drunk to u?
It took less than a minute for the screen to light up again.
that’s what u look like drunk ??
i wanna be the only one who sees u like this
You grinned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
can you come home now pls?
i can't take others seeing u like that
come home and let me take care of you
i wanna take care of you when you’re drunk
You stared at the screen, a little smirk tugging at your mouth. Heart all gooey and stupid. God, she was such a loser.
i understand this is all part of dating someone pretty like u
You scrunched your nose, fingers already moving.
no one else gets me stupid like you do
they can stare all they want
but you’re the one i go home to 😌💋
don’t kiss other girls pls ? xD
You locked your phone, grinning to yourself. The mirror caught your bright smile again.
But you felt good. Buzzed in the right way, skin warm, head light. You weren’t about to let some clingy ex ruin the night for you—not when you looked like this, not when the air felt this electric.
You adjusted your shirt half-heartedly, let your hair fall where it wanted, then reached for the doorknob with a smirk.
You unlocked the door, pulling it open to find Ellie leaning against the wall just beside it, phone in hand. The soft glow from the screen lit up her face, catching on the curve of her smile.
The music downstairs thudded louder now, flooding the hallway again.
She glanced up when she saw you. Straightened a little. Her eyes dropped down to your body—just for a second—before meeting yours again.
“Hey,” you said loudly, grinning. “Let’s go back downstairs.”
Ellie gave a small nod, tucking her phone into her pocket as she pushed off the wall.
“You good now?” she asked, voice a bit low and husky.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Never better.”
Ellie fell into step beside you as you started walking back down the hall, the two of you brushing shoulders once.
“What about your ex?” she asked, voice low, almost amused.
You scoffed. “He can do whatever he wants. I didn’t come here for him.”
Ellie glanced sideways at you, a crooked smile twitching at her lips. “No?”
You turned your head, smirking. “Duh.”
Right then, someone rushed past—barely looking where he was going. A splash of cold hit your side as the drink in his hand tipped, spilling across your already damp shirt.
“Seriously?” you muttered, looking down. The wet spot clung colder than before. You patted at it uselessly, annoyed.
The guy tossed a lazy “my bad!” over his shoulder and disappeared down the hall.
You sighed. “Drunk boys.”
Ellie didn’t say anything at first. Her eyes followed the guy as he stumbled off, then flicked back to you—pausing on your shirt for a beat before she cleared her throat.
Then, casually, she slid off her jacket. “Here.”
You raised a brow. “What’s that for?”
She held it out. “Before someone else spills something on you again.”
You waved it off with a grin. “No need, I’m good.”
You tilted your head, playful. “What—trying to cover me up?”
Her mouth parted like she was about to respond—but you beat her to it, tugging the loose edge of your shirt back into place.
“It’s fine, seriously,” you said, flashing a grin. “Feels like you’re the only one looking anyway. And I’m starting to think you like the view.”
That made her blink. She scoffed softly, shaking her head, but the flush creeping up her neck said plenty.
You turned, already heading back toward the stairs, tossing a wink over your shoulder. “Come on, Williams. Try to keep up.”
The bass had thudded through the floor, pulsing straight through your legs as you moved a little quicker down the stairs, the song blasting loud—something synthy and bold that made your heart beat in time with it.
Behind you, Ellie had called out, “Don’t move so fast.”
You’d glanced up just as you hit the last step, tilting your head back at her. “What?”
She’d been halfway down, steady, careful, her hand brushing the railing. The music had swallowed your voice, so you raised it.
Ellie had shaken her head, eyes rolling a little, but there’d been a smile tugging at her mouth, trying not to let it win.
The thump of the song had gotten louder as you pushed back toward the billiard table. Everything had been darker now, all red-and-gold haze. The overhead lights were gone—maybe someone had turned them off on purpose—but the glow from the string bulbs and that lava lamp in the corner had been enough to see by.
The house had been packed. People were laughing too hard at nothing, leaning too close to be casual. The air had been hot, sticky with heat and alcohol, and the edge of your buzz had turned a little giddy again.
You grabbed a bottle off the counter and sank onto the edge of the sofa near the billiard table. The cushion gave under your weight, still warm from whoever sat there last.
Across the room, a group of guys play pool like there’s a trophy on the line.
Ellie trailed behind, hovering for a second before sitting beside you.
You held out the bottle with a raised brow. “Want some?”
She glanced at it, then shook her head. “I’m good.”
You shrugged. “More for me, then—”
But before the bottle reaches your lips, her hand slips in and takes it straight from yours.
You blinked, caught off guard, watching as she tipped it back and drank without saying a word.
“Thought you were good,” you said, laughing a bit.
Ellie leaned back slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Changed my mind.”
The room pulsef around you—saturated in red and gold, the music heavy and constant. You felt it under your skin.
You glanced at her for a while—longer than you meant to.
She didn’t notice at first, too focused on the game, the bottle resting loosely in her grip. Her jaw was tight, lashes catching the red-gold light.
She looked good like that. Kinda hot.
Your eyes dropped to her mouth before you caught yourself, heart kicking a little faster as you glanced away.
You shifted on the couch, letting your knee brush against hers, feeling the warmth creeping up from somewhere deeper than the alcohol.
You cleared your throat, watching as the guys at the table started arguing over a missed shot. One shoved the other, laughing, before the group wandered off, taking their chaos with them.
You scoffed softly. “Wanna play?”
Ellie glanced over. “Billiards?”
You nodded, trying to keep it casual. “Unless you’re scared.”
She arched a brow, amused. “Of losing?”
Ellie smirked, pushed off the couch, and set the bottle down on the nearest table.
You were already standing, a little unsteady, grinning at her. “Let’s make it interesting.”
She raised a brow. “Yeah?”
“Loser takes a shot,” you said, eyes gleaming. “Come on. Don’t be soft.”
Ellie hesitated just a second too long—like she wanted to say something else—but the look you gave her made her sigh, amused. “Alright. But just one.”
You cocked your head. “Scared already?”
She rolled her eyes, grabbed a cue stick, and twirled it once before stepping toward the table. The music throbbed louder and heavier.
You followed, your heart syncing with the bass, beat for beat.
People had started to crowd around, some watching, some dancing, the air thick with smoke and spilled drinks. You grabbed a stick from the rack and moved to the other side of the table, grinning as you leaned down to break.
You chalked your cue with dramatic flair—pure show—but your aim was off. The cue ball barely clipped the edge of the triangle and sank a single striped.
Ellie watched from the other end, mouth twitching like she was trying not to laugh.
Then she stepped forward, bent low, and broke with a sharp crack—clean, loud, and confident. Two solids dropped like nothing.
You blinked. “Okay. What the hell was that?”
She shrugged, all casual. “Guess I’m good at stuff.”
You narrowed your eyes. “No one’s casually that good.”
She just shrugged before sinking another. Smooth and effortless.
You leaned back against the edge, arms crossed, watching her with a squint. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
She didn’t even look up. “You’re the one who challenged me.”
“And you’re the one who’s apparently a secret pool monster.”
Finally, she glanced at you, eyes glinting under the red-gold glow. “You said loser takes a shot, right?”
You scoffed. “Yeah, and I think I just sealed my fate.”
She lined up again, slow and sure. “Might as well pour it now.”
You rolled your eyes, fighting a grin. “Keep talking like that and I might pour us both one.”
Ellie smirked, not breaking eye contact as she leaned over the table, cue steady in her hands. “You wouldn’t dare.”
You tilted your head. “Wanna bet?”
She lined up the shot, lips twitching like she was trying not to smile—and sank another ball, clean and smooth.
You let out a groan, grabbing the nearest bottle and unscrewing the cap. “You’re obnoxious.”
Ellie stepped back, cue resting against her shoulder. “You challenged me.”
You raised the bottle, letting it hover over the rim of a plastic cup. “Yeah, well—I’m challenging you again. Winner takes a shot this time.”
Ellie quirked a brow. “That’s not how winning works.”
You shrugged, already pouring. “Yeah, well. I'm tipsy and I make the rules.”
She watched you for a beat, something amused and soft in her eyes.
You handed her a full cup. “No backing out now, Williams.”
Ellie took it slowly, fingers brushing yours for a second too long. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The music behind you shifted. A family familiar beat, much louder.
“God, I love this song,” you murmured, already moving your hips a little, tipsy joy radiating off you.
She took the shot like it was nothing, barely even wincing as it went down. You watched her, eyes narrowing a little—not just because she handled it better than you ever could, but because she looked unfairly good doing it.
“Okay, now we’re even,” you said, grabbing your cue again. “Back to losing gracefully.”
Ellie smirked. “Speak for yourself.”
You rolled your eyes and took your turn—this time, a lucky one. One striped ball sunk clean into the corner. You gasped, triumphant, raising your arms like you'd just hit a buzzer-beater.
Ellie clapped, slow and sarcastic. “A miracle.”
“Shut up,” you grinned, eyes glittering as you lined up another. “I’m making my comeback.”
Ellie didn’t even hide her laugh this time. “Inspiring,” she muttered, stepping in again.
Her shot was perfect. Of course.
You leaned back, cup in hand, watching as she moved around the table—cool, steady, casual in a way that made your stomach flip. Her shirt shifted as she bent forward, and you looked away before you stared too long.
“You know,” you called over the music, “you’re really annoying when you’re good at things.”
“Aw, thanks,” she said flatly, not looking up.
The crowd behind you had mostly shifted away, drawn back into the music or to whatever chaos was happening by the patio doors. It was just the two of you now, a half-empty bottle and a cup between you, the light flickering red over Ellie’s face.
You let out a small breath, arms folded lazily across your chest. The buzz was heavier now, in your limbs, your throat, your head.
So you just… watched. Let her play.
She moved with that same quiet precision—focused, lowkey cocky in the way she leaned over the table, cue steady, eyes narrowed.
She looked hot like this, it almost annoyed you.
A guy suddenly stepped in, looking sober enough to ask for a match.
“Winner stays?” he asked, grinning at Ellie.
She hesitated, eyes flicking toward you.
You rolled your eyes, waving her off with a lopsided smile. “Go on, Williams. Defend your throne.”
Ellie squinted at you, clearly not loving the idea. “You okay?”
She looked at you for a second longer, like she didn’t quite believe it, but then turned back to the game.
You stuck around, letting your back hit the nearest wall as you watched them play. Occasionally, you sipped from your cup—sweet, sharp heat sliding down your throat. Ellie never missed. Ball after ball, clean and controlled, giving the guy barely a chance.
Except once—right when she glanced your way.
You were already staring at her. A soft grin curling at your lips.
She muttered something under her breath—too low to catch—then shook her head as the guy lined up his only real shot.
You grinned wider, pleased with yourself.
You stayed there for awhile before you wandered toward the kitchen, grabbed another drink you probably didn’t need, then found yourself in the bathroom down the hall, dabbing cool water on your neck and cheeks. Your head was buzzing and too warm. Everything was a little floaty and pink.
When you stepped back into the hallway, Ellie was already there, waiting.
She looked at you for a moment. Her yes trailing over your flushed face, the slight wobble in your step, the faint glassiness in your eyes.
She let out a soft breath.
“Hey… you okay?” she asked again, voice lower this time.
“I’m great,” you said, slow and sure, even as your words almost slurred. You tilted your head, smiling all dumb and tipsy. “Did you win?”
You grinned at her. “Good. I don’t want you losing to some guy.”
Ellie huffed a soft laugh, rubbing the back of her neck.
You brushed past her, already heading down the hallway again. “Latch” was playing in the background, Sam Smith’s voice curling through the air like a memory.
“Oh my god, I love this song,” you said dreamily, half to yourself.
“Wait—what?” Ellie called after you, catching up with a few quick strides. “Don’t you need to sit down for a bit? How many did you have?”
You ignored her. Your fingertips trailed along the wall, that floaty warmth in your chest swelling with every lyric bleeding through the air. You looked over your shoulder with a teasing smile.
Ellie slowed beside you, brow creased, eyes scanning your face like she was trying to figure out just how far gone you were. But there was something soft there, too. Maybe even amused.
Before Ellie could say anything else, a pack of rowdy guys burst through the hallway behind you, all hyped up and laughing as they started doing some train-line dance toward the back doors.
You barely had time to blink before Ellie’s hand was at your waist, tugging you gently aside.
“Careful,” she muttered, guiding you out of their path.
You stumbled a little with the sudden movement and ended up against the wall, your shoulder brushing cool plaster. Ellie stayed close—close enough that you could feel the warmth of her side next to yours, her hand lingering for a second longer than necessary.
The two of you stood there, side by side, watching the dance floor ahead in silence.
The glow from the string lights outside flickered through the patio doors, soft and uneven. The thrum of the song still pulsed beneath your feet.
Ellie said something beside you but you couldn’t hear a damn thing over the music.
You turned, brow raised. “What?”
She leaned in, her mouth just beside your ear, her perfume catching faintly.
“Do you wanna dance?” she asked, voice rough over the bass.
You tilted your head, grin already tugging at your lips. You leaned close to her ear, just enough for your breath to tickle. “Are you asking me to dance?”
Ellie pulled back an inch, smirking. She leaned in again, even closer this time. “No. Just saying that if you do wanna dance… I won’t be there with you.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes in mock offense. You leaned in, palm brushing her arm lightly as you whispered into her ear, “I don’t feel like dancing anyway.”
Ellie gave a quiet huff of laughter, her eyes dropping briefly to your mouth before flicking back up again.
You caught the flick of Ellie’s eyes down to your mouth, and it made something wicked curl in your chest. Drunk and warm and reckless, you smirked.
“Do you wanna fuck?” you asked, half-shouting over the music, teasing.
Ellie’s eyes went wide. “What?!”
You laughed, tossing your head back, “I’m kidding!!” you grinned at her.
Ellie shook her head, the tips of her ears red as she muttered something under her breath.
You laughed again, softer this time, but it came out more breath than sound.
Your smile faltered. The warmth in your chest turned heavy.
You blinked, frowning suddenly, one hand pressing lightly to your ribs like you could calm it down. “Shit,” you mumbled. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Ellie straightened immediately. “Hey—hey, okay, come on,” she said, slipping her arm around your waist before you could even stumble.
Ellie helped you up the stairs, her arm still steady around your waist, guiding you toward the hallway. You managed to make it halfway before the next wave hit—sharp and sudden.
You stopped, hand flying to your mouth, the other gripping the wall beside you.
Your head dropped forward, eyes squeezing shut. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing down on your shoulders.
Ellie hovered beside you, silent but present, her hand resting lightly on your back.
After a moment, the feeling passed—mostly.
You let out a long breath and straightened slowly, leaning back against the wall, the cool paint grounding you.
“I’m fine,” you said quietly, not meeting her eyes at first.
Ellie moved to stand against the opposite wall, arms loosely crossed, watching you. “You sure?”
You gave a soft smile, rolling your eyes a little as you finally looked up at her. “Yeah. I’m not that gone.”
Ellie didn’t respond, just watching you, her face unreadable in the low purple hallway light.
Downstairs, Latch still playing, the bass just a faint thrum beneath your feet now. Like memory. Like déjà vu.
You stared at Ellie for a second, something tugging at the edge of your chest. The light from the stairwell tinted her skin, softened the space between you.
“Do you wanna know something?” you asked suddenly, voice low.
Ellie raised her eyebrows, tilting her head slightly—wary now, remembering what you said earlier, unsure whether to shake her head or nod.
“I kissed a girl before,” you said, your gaze unfocused, drifting just past her shoulder. “To this exact song.”
You breathed out a laugh that didn’t feel like one. “We were fifteen. At this party thing, kind of like this. She pulled me outside and kissed me when this came on.”
You looked at her now. “She was my first.”
And hopefully not the last.
Your mind drifted, landing somewhere familiar.
The girl who got to know every version of you without ever seeing you in person. The one you told things you hadn’t even said out loud before. Who asked questions gently. Who stayed up late just to talk.
The girl who felt safe. Soft in a way that wasn’t just flirting—it was understanding.
You swallowed, pulse fluttering.
You didn’t say any of that. You just leaned your head back against the wall, the music humming through your ribs.
Your eyes settled on Ellie.
She stood right there in front of you, her brows drawn just slightly like she was trying to read you. Lit by dim hallway light and a song that had already carved itself into your memory once.
She looked worried. Not just in a you might throw up on me kind of way, but something quieter. Like she knew something you didn’t.
Like she was watching you chase a thought she’d already caught.
And maybe that was what made her feel so real in that moment.
And maybe the closest you’d ever get to having E at all.
That thought alone was enough to make your head spin.
The music thrummed through the floorboards. Your body remembered this song the way your heart remembered E’s messages. The softness. The teasing. The way she made you feel like she knew you, even through a screen.
Because you remembered what Ellie said at the library that day, too.
The way Ellie’s voice cut through your thoughts so casually.
Your stomach turned. Not in a bad way. In that horribly fluttery way. The way it had back then, when your brain had first started making connections it had no business making.
The way she said it—too smooth, like she knew what she was doing.
And you’d told yourself it was ridiculous.
But then… wasn’t that exactly how E flirted? Smooth. Confident in a way that snuck up on you. The kind of teasing that made your knees weak and your mouth dry.
You remembered thinking, That’s not Ellie. Ellie’s not like that.
But now… standing here, drunk and warm and wrecked under the pressure of her gaze, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Because maybe you didn’t know Ellie like you thought you did.
And maybe that was the problem.
You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the song, or just the way Ellie was looking at you right now, like she already knew what you were about to say.
Somewhere beyond the walls, the music swelled again. Clearer now, and louder. Like the whole house was leaning in too.
I feel we're close enough…
You blinked, heart thudding. Ellie hadn’t moved. She was still watching you.
I wanna lock in your love..
Your lips parted, the air too thick and warm. Your hands twitched where they hung at your sides.
I think we're close enough…
The words echoed through the hallway, slow and sticky, wrapping around you like heat.
Could I lock in your love, baby…
“I think…” you swallowed, voice soft, barely audible above the throb of bass, “I think I wanna do it again.”
Ellie didn’t say anything. Her expression didn’t even shift. She just looked at you. And for a second, the space between you buzzed with something you couldn’t name.
Now I've got you in my space…
No plan. No thinking. Just instinct, and warmth, and that stupid song crashing in your chest.
Your lips pressed to hers, quick, uncertain, too drunk to be graceful but not drunk enough to pretend you didn’t mean it.
You woke up with a pounding headache.
The room was familiar—sunlight spilling through pale curtains, soft and quiet. You’d been here before.
You shifted, the sheets cool against your skin—bare skin.
You were naked under the covers.
Your heart kicked up. You turned your head slowly.
You were in Ellie’s room.
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