Wrong Number | Ethan Nestor

Chapter 13

"In 'N Out is so good." I groaned and sat back in the passenger seat of Ethan's car, and he laughed. "Do you know how long I've wanted to try it?"

"Well, I'm glad that I could be with you to experience your first time at In 'N Out." He smiled as he backed out of the parking lot. "They don't have them in Georgia?"

"Not yet." I frowned and buckled my seatbelt. "There's been talk about it, but it hasn't actually be announced."

"Now, you live where there is an In 'N Out." Ethan smirked, causing me to smile in return.

We talked about random things as he drove to his house, until my phone went off with various text messages and calls from my mother.

"You don't have to answer them if you don't want to, Y/N" Ethan looked at my phone with a scowl and held my hand in his. I was shocked at his actions but didn't say anything, because I sure as hell didn't mind.

"No I—I need to..." my phone wouldn't stop going off in my hand. "She's not going to stop if I ignore her." With a sudden burst of confidence, I slid across the screen and pressed the speaker button.

"Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!" The shrilling scream of my mother's voice made Ethan and I both cringe. "Where the hell are you? I've looked in your apartment, at your work—WHERE ARE YOU?"

I took a deep breath and tried to let our drama from last night out but it wasn't that easy. It took every ounce of me not to snap at her. "I'm...in...I'm in Los Ang—"

"Y/N!" I nearly dropped my phone. "There is no way that you—"

"I'm not sorry, mother. I'm now with someone that actually gives a damn about me and doesn't go talking crap about me behind my back. I'm in Los Angles. I'm living my dream." Once she figured out that I had heard her telephone conversation with her friend last night, she quit speaking. "Yeah, that's correct, I heard your little conversation with Beth last night. Why do you think I left your house so quickly?"

Ethan kept glancing at me and tried to keep his eyes on the road. He looked concerned, but didn't say anything. And neither did my mom.

"Who are you even living with?!?! Some man whore you found on the street?!"

"I'm living with the guy that's worth more than you." And with that, in pressed end.

"Oh shit," Ethan looked at me then my phone, and then at the road. "Y/N—"

"I'm done with her. She treats me like a child." I shook my head and looked out the window. "She told her friend that I was stupid, gullible, and a whore who wasn't worth anything. She said I had hopeless dreams." I didn't realize it, but I had began to cry. It hurts when your own parent was saying this about you.

We approached a stoplight as we merged off the highway and Ethan looked at me. "You're not stupid. You're not a whore m. And you do not have hopeless dreams." He looked me in the eyes as he said this. "You're brilliant, you're smart, and you're going to make it."

To my sweet and amazing mother reading this, I love you and you should know this character is not based off you. Love, you're caring and bored daughter.
Ps. Please don't kill me 😅😬💗💜💙