Jealous (Colt x MC)

Summary: Colt and MC (Ellie) have a heart to heart after following Kaneko to his meeting with The Brotherhood.

Notes: I didn’t think I’d ever write a Ride or Die fic because…well, it’s Ride or Die, and yet, here I am. Apparently I’m a sucker for moody characters like Colt.
This fic takes place immediately after Chapter 8.

“Come on, it’s time to head back to the garage,” Kaneko said, wincing slightly as he turned towards his own car.

“Dad–”Colt started to say, but Kaneko raised a hand, silencing him.

“This isn’t up for discussion. Go.”

Ellie and Colt watched as Kaneko climbed into his car and drove away, leaving them alone in the dark lot. Ellie waited, unsure of what to say, so she said nothing. Finally, Colt started walking towards her car, so she followed him. They climbed inside, Colt slamming the door behind him. She put the keys in the ignition and the car growled to life, purring beneath her fingers.

“If you don’t want to go back yet, we could go for a drive or something,” she offered.

Colt snorted. “I’m not driving, so I guess I can’t stop you.”

Ellie hesitated, his sharp words digging into her chest. She turned off the car.

“What are you doing?” Colt asked.

“What is your problem? Why do you hate me so much?” Ellie asked. She felt angry tears threatening to fall, but her voice was steady. “I haven’t done anything to you and you’re so mean to me.”

“I’m mean to everyone.” Ellie watched as he looked out the window into the darkness. Finally, he sighed and looked down at his hands in his lap.

“Why are you even here?” Colt asked, glancing up at her. “You’re this goody-two-shoes with a cop father and everything going for you. You should be…I don’t know, going to homecoming, not stealing cars.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” Ellie said. “Didn’t you dropout of college?”

“I’m deferring for a year to help my dad,” Colt snapped. “That’s not the same thing. And anyway, I need to do this. You don’t.”

Ellie considered this, staring out the windshield.

“I’m not sure why I’m here,” she said quietly. “But I know I want to be.”

“Why, because of Logan?” Colt asked derisively.

“No. I mean, yes, Logan’s the one who brought me in, but he’s not why I’m still here. We’re just friends.”

“Right,” Colt said with a smirk, looking back out the window.

“Is that why you hate me? Because of Logan?” Ellie asked. Colt didn’t respond. A flicker of courage sparked within her and she spoke again before she could talk herself out of it. “Are you jealous of me and Logan?”

“Why would I be jealous of you and Logan?” Colt asked, not turning to face her.

“Because I think you like me.”

“Two seconds ago, you said I hated you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Colt ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the keys, still dangling from the ignition. “Didn’t you say we were going for a drive?”

“Sure.” Ellie started the car again and switched on the radio. West Coast hip hop quietly wafted from the speakers as they pulled out of the parking lot. Colt rested his right elbow on the window, hand covering his mouth as he sat deep in thought. Ellie glanced down and saw his other hand resting on his leg. She held her breath and reached for his hand, half-expecting him to pull it away. Colt didn’t respond for a moment and Ellie nearly took her hand back until he turned his hand over, folding his fingers between hers. He kept his gaze trained out the window and Ellie turned her attention back to the road, carrying them away into the Los Angeles night.

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