Ethan's POV (Bonus Book)

Chapter Three- Ethan's POV

Warning: I strongly recommend you do NOT read any chapters in Ethan's POV until you've read the whole book. It was not designed to be read like that as there will be spoilers throughout. 

I let out a frustrated tut as I weaved past yet another giant hoard of students that were blocking up the corridor.

 I was on my way to lunch, but I couldn't make more than a step without some pompous asshole blocking my way. I swear some of the girls were literally crashing into me on purpose. 

Throughout freshman year, I had lived by the incorrect presumption that if you were both a senior and a school athlete people in the corridor would part like the red fucking sea. But, apparently not, because I was both of those things, yet nobody seemed to give two shits.

"Hey, bestie," a voice randomly called out behind me before a heavy arm wrung itself around my neck.

 I looked to the person beside me, and just as I suspected, Lucas's annoying face was shoved uncomfortably close next to mine.

 I pushed his face away from me with a playful shove. "Woah, there, I didn't ask for your face to be that close," I snickered.

Lucas clutched his chest overdramatically and pretended to look wounded. "Ouch, man, and here I thought you and I might finally become a thing," he said, faking a sniffle.

 I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I literally just saw you shamelessly chatting up a girl in class this morning," I said flatly. 

"Hey, I never said we were exclusive," Lucas said holding his hands out in defense. 

"And besides, I'm more than happy for you to venture out as well. Why don't you hey, I don't know, fuck Mia? Just a thought.." he suggested.

 I gave him a flat look. "Do you not remember what I did to her yesterday? She would sooner drive a stake through my heart than fuck me?" I chuckled.

"True, true," Lucas said nodded his head matter of factly. "But that's where the hate fucking idea comes into play," he started. 

"Oh god, not this again," I groaned as I threw my head back dramatically.

"Look just here me our Ethan. The plan would be simple, you just lead her into your bedroom, and you calmly explain how much you'd delight in fucking her brains out. She'd naturally decline of course, but that's when you spring the idea of bondage, and kinky strangling into the picture. This would then make her hesitate, and she'd think, hmm, I do kinda wanna tie him up and strangle him. And then-"

"Lucas!" I yelled out in shock. 

My outburst was so loud that a few people in the corridor turned our way. 

"What?" he asked innocently. 

 "I'm not inviting Mia to have a kinky sex session with me," I hissed lowly under my breath.

"Whatever, man, I don't get you. But anyway, back to my original reason for bothering you. Why do you look so stressed? I literally just saw you make angry constipated faces at like five different people in the corridor," Lucas snorted.

Ignoring his constipation remark, I let out a heavy sigh. "I'm just stressed. I've got a lot of things to do at lunch today."

"Oh, like, what?" Lucas asked curiously.

"Well, firstly have to eat lunch and chat with the boys, then I have to go annoy Chubs for a bit. And then after that, I have to skip up to the library to finish up my AP Chemistry assignment before finally going back to annoy Chubs for a bit," I explained all in one breath.