Watch Me

Chapter Seven

Yes, I changed the title. And I'm only updating on a Friday because you guys need to know why. Read this chapter to find out in the other Author's Note. :)

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Chapter Seven:

Ethan's POV

The weirdest of things will happen at a younger age. We grow, experience the unthinkable, and we do things we'll get in trouble for later. But don't we live to do stupid things, then learn from them later? Maybe some learn way later, but some learn the first time. This is how I feel right at this moment. I feel stupid. I feel hopeless.

My parents are splitting up, and my best friend doesn't respect that I love Haley, or so he suspects that I feel an ounce of anything, in which I do.

"Ethan, please, just talk to me, man," Jack pleads next to me. I haven't said a word to him since I picked him up this morning. I already dropped off Sam, and now I'm not even talking to Jack. I'm a little mad at him, yes. But there are more things going through my mind then talking to him.

"Hans, please," he repeats for the second or third time this morning. I slowly turn my head in his direction and give him a blank look.

"And say what, Jack?" I ask, almost letting my tears fall. I don't want to talk to him, but I may have to.

"Anything, Ethan. I don't care what it is. I just want at least more than four words out of you."

I hold my hands into fists so hard, my nails bite into my palms. The tears are swimming in my eyes. I can't cry. Not now, not here. Jack would never understand what happened. And quite frankly, I don't think he would believe me. Not with the way he was talking to me yesterday. He told me that he doesn't believe that my dad would cheat, well he's wrong. "At least tell me that you aren't mad at me," he says.

"Not everything is about you, Jack. Maybe I have things that are going on that don't even have to do with you," I snap, running a shaky hand through my limp hair.

I really didn't try with my appearance at all today. I don't think anyone did, except Mara. My mom basically forces that cute little girl to stay cute while she can. Sam's hair stayed frizzy and curly, my mom's makeup wasn't even touched, although she only put her hair into a very frizzy bun, and I didn't even bother to look at myself in the mirror this morning. I think I would cry. Not because of my limp hair, but my rough night. I don't think I could handle it.

"Look, I'm sorry if I upset you. But I just wanted to make sure that you don't hate me because of what I said last night. I just don't personally think your dad would cheat," he says, basically throwing everything from last night in my face.

I'm not going to tell him. He won't believe me. He'll laugh if anything.

"Whatever, man. Believe what you want. I really don't care," I mumble as I force the door open and close it after me.

Lately, he's been pissing me off. Is that his idea of a best friend? Someone who calls the other a liar.

Haley's POV

I watch as Ethan walks angrily into the doors of the school with a scowl on his face. Did yesterday piss him off because of my dad? Or is it Jackson?

I shrug it off, then sort through my locker to clean/gather papers. I stuff some papers in my bag, but am pushed when I go back to my locker again. I look up at Tara, who doesn't look happy whatsoever. What did I do? Ethan is the one pushing me. I'm not doing anything wrong. "What did I tell you, Haley?" she asks, picking at her cuticles.

I push my hair out of my face, then stand to face her. I'm scared, yes, but I can't be forever. I need to stand up for myself. My mom would want it that way. And I need to fight back with anyone that tries to mess with me, especially my dad. "Well, let's see. You told me to stay away from Ethan because you think he likes me. News flash, bitch, he doesn't," I yell.