Rumors
Synopsis: you wake up to a photo of you and your rival at a party going viral and now you’re freaking out cause how did yall even end up like that.
Content: fake dating turn real, fluff, kissing, banter, yearning, she fell first but she falls harder.
A/N: there may be a part 2 we’ll see
Words: 1,750
You wake up with a crazy hangover head pounding, nauseous, almost feeling like this may be your last day.
When suddenly you check your phone to your friends blowing it up, asking about the party last night.
You’re confused, ’cause you don’t recall doing anything that crazy, when all of a sudden you see a photo of you twerking on Ellie all over your feed and in the group chat.
“Fuck my fucking chungus life.”
You drag your hand through your hair, not even knowing what to do. You can’t say it was a misunderstanding there’s literally photo evidence. You couldn’t say it wasn’t her when her very much identifiable tattoo is in the photo.
You’re pacing around your room. There’s no way you were throwing ass on your rival. Y’all are both always at each other’s necks, whether it’s about grades, attendance, who cooks better literally anything you can think of.
So you know this is her doing. Somehow, some way, she did this to fuck you up. It’s a very Ellie thing to do.
You pick up your phone and pull up her Instagram, texting her:
“Hey, did you upload that photo of us at the party?”
A few minutes go by nothing. You weren’t really expecting a fast reply, but this is an emergency.
You get a text back: “Why is it bothering you.”
You let out a scoff, typing fast now. “Of course it’s bothering me, Williams. I’m having so many people asking me if we’re dating and that they knew we had more feelings than hating each other.”
You see she reads your message but doesn’t reply back for another twenty minutes. “I swear she better be happy that we don’t have school today, ’cause I would’ve”
You get a text. “So what? It’s just rumors. You can get over it.” That ticked something in you.
“GET OVER IT? This is my reputation. It’s almost like social suicide if people think we’re together. We don’t mesh, like, at all.”
The next text was instant. “That’s not what it seems like for them. They seem to be eating this up two opposite girls, both popular in their own way, who hate each other but are secretly dating. This is like their bread and butter.”
You hate to admit it, but she was right. You do see more people cheering y’all on than hating it.
“Well, I’m going to tell them we’re not together.”
You thought that would be the last message, but then
“Or we could fake date.”
You raised an eyebrow at her proposition. “And why would I do that?”
“’Cause you like attention and good publicity. You’re having more of the ‘weird’ kids like you because of this, and you’re trying to run for student body, so this helps you.”
You take in her words. She’s right you could use this to your advantage. But what does she get out of it?
“What do you get out of it?”
“I get stuff out of it, but that’s not your business.”
“Whatever. What’s the rules for this?”
You’re nervous, hoping she doesn’t take it too far.
“We’re doing everything normal couples do, okay?”
And of course she does but whatever.
“I guess this is the start of our secret relationship.”
“Yeah. And there’s a party this weekend. I’ll pick you up so it looks more legit, and you gotta stay with me the whole time.”
You weren’t really pleased with this plan, but whatever at this point.
“Sure.”
You’re getting ready for the party doing your makeup, hair, choosing your outfit, which you land on a jean skirt, a cute short flannel top to match Ellie, and some Doc Martens.
You get a text from Ellie saying she pulled up, so you grab your things and head out.
Her pickup truck is parked right outside your house, along with the other cars your family owns hers stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Hello,” you say, getting in the car.
“…uh…hi. You look amazing.”
“Thanks… um, can we hit the road now?”
“We need to go over rules again.”
You glare at her, feeling like she’s just stalling.
“Fine. We don’t have to. Just don’t be surprised if I kiss you or get handsy randomly.”
When she said that, your stomach turned. You’re fidgeting in her car the first time you’ve ever been in here. It’s cozy and nice, although it still has the lingering smell of weed.
“Guess she never takes a break,” you mumbled under your breath.
“What did you say?” Ellie called out, catching you off guard.
“I was just saying you don’t let your car rest before you smoke another blunt.”
“Do… you wanna try, little miss perfect?”
You thought for a second. I mean, you never tried, but one time won’t hurt. Plus, it felt like she was challenging you with that “little miss perfect” comment.
“Sure.”
Ellie almost fucked up her parking job because of your answer. “Really… you don’t have to. I wasn’t pressuring you.”
“I know. I just wanna try it out.”
Ellie finally parks correctly outside the party. She takes out a blunt and lights it. You watch her every movement.
“I’ll hold it for you. Just inhale.”
You do what she tells you.
“Good job. Now blow it out.”
Her praising you fucked you up, and now you’re coughing all over the place.
“Oh fuck, are you okay?” She tries soothing your back, but that doesn’t stop the burning in your lungs.
“I’m fine, just give me a second.”
She lets you catch your breath before she starts laughing.
“What’s funny about this? I almost died.”
“I didn’t think you would suck that badly.”
“Oh, shut up.” You nudge her.
Ellie takes a hit of it and puts it out so y’all can head inside.
“We should get going. Wouldn’t want them to think we’re hiding away.”
You roll your eyes. You guys head into the party, and of course when y’all walk in, there are people staring but this is technically y’all’s hard launch.
You see Ellie say hi to her friends while you just follow her.
“This place is so loud,” you mumble under your breath.
You’ve been to parties before loved them, honestly but you weren’t feeling this one for some reason.
It was so loud, too many people. Your friends didn’t come to this party, and you have to spend it with Ellie it sucks.
A few drinks in, you subconsciously start to drift away from Ellie, trying to find a quiet place you can stash yourself, when you stumble upon this empty room. You head inside and close the door, laying on the bed.
It was quiet, relaxing, peaceful. Although you like attention, it can get overwhelming.
Suddenly, the door opens, so you rest on your elbows to see who it is.
“Hey… why are you up here by yourself? You had me stressed that something happened to you.”
You plop back down on the bed, seeing it was Ellie.
“I just needed to get away. Too many people.”
Ellie lays next to you.
“Wow, look at Miss Attention wanting quiet time.”
You laugh a little, lying on your side so you can see her.
“Well, you’re kinda fucking it up with your presence.”
“Am I now? Well, you haven’t yelled at me and told me to leave. Seems like you want me here.”
You stare at Ellie’s side profile, not saying anything.
Ellie looks at you then at your lips.
Before either of you can stop it, your bodies are moving toward each other lips touching, soft, gentle. Then it starts to get faster.
Ellie’s on top of you, kissing your lips till it bruises. Once she stops to get air, she’s breathing heavy and staring at you.
You get shy and cover your mouth, blushing heavily.
“We should probably go. It’s getting late.”
“…wait. I gotta make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
You feel your heart pumping as Ellie goes down on your neck, leaving hickeys. You cover your mouth, holding in your moans.
“Fuck… Ellie!”
“Sorry, babe. I just had to make sure they know.”
You cover up your face, muffling your words a little.
“I hate you.”
She kisses your hands covering your face.
“You know you don’t.”