Did I Make You Scream ღ Ethan Landry

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"So." Ethan said as the two of them walked in silence.

"So." Phoebe said in return.

"Can I pry for a minute?" He asked.

"I guess." She said.

"What did that guy ask you at the party that got you so angry?" He asked.

"I told you already." She said.

"Yeah but was that it?" He asked.

"You know, that's a really weird thing to ask Ethan." She said, giving him a look.

"Yeah sorry, I realize that it isn't the right timing." He said.

"But can I ask you something else?" He asked.

"Sure, go ahead." She said.

"I'm not gonna act like I don't know about what happened, I mean it was all over the news for months. But I guess I just, are you doing okay?" He asked.

"I think I am. Coping wasn't ever really my strong suit." She said.

"I can't begin to imagine what you went through, I just hope you're doing okay is all." He said.

"Ethan do you have a girlfriend?" She asked.

"Uh, no. Why?" He asked, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"If you did, she'd be lucky. You seem like a really great guy." She said as they reached the steps of her dorm.

"Well this is me so." She said.

"Thank you for walking me home." She said with a smile.

"Goodnight Ethan." She added before heading up the steps.

"Goodnight Phoebe." He said as he watched the girl go into the doors of the building.

He knew what was going to happen, the way the cards were going to fall. Truthfully, he had a small crush on the girl but he didn't really know her, so why did he feel so shitty about it all?

Once she made it into her room, she locked the door and got out a tshirt and a change of underwear. She walked into the bathroom and started the shower. After she got out, she got dressed and got into bed, she was about to turn out the light but her phone rang, no caller ID.

Fuck no. This wasn't happening tonight. She hit decline and put her phone down, her heart beat picking up before the screen flashed again with NO CALLER ID across the screen.

"Fuck this." She said, letting the phone ring this time until it stopped. But then a ding sounded and a text popped up.

I'll give you one last chance to answer the phone.

"Fuck fuck fuck." She muttered as she sat up in bed and the phone rang again. She answered.

"Hello Phoebe."

"What the fuck do you want you freak?" She snapped, getting out of bed.

"Oh I just want to talk Phoebe, isn't that what you like to do? Talk on the phone with your friends."

"Yeah, but we aren't friends." She said.

"We can be."

"I'll pass." She said.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"It's not what I want. It's what you want. Peace and quiet. The chance to live."

"Fuck you." She said.

"That isn't a good start Phoebe."

"You know, your mother was the same way in her last moments. A mean hateful bitch. But she was always such a nice woman. Unlike you Phoebe. You aren't nice are you?"