Ethan's POV (Bonus Book)

Chapter Thirty-eight

When the final bell rang, it was a miracle I didn't fall flat onto my face from the overly-enthusiastic speed with which I rushed out of the classroom door, and out into the corridor.

"Yo, Romeo, where are you going off to so fast," I heard an all too familiar voice call out.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I braced myself as a long, lean arm flung itself with enthusiasm over the tops of my shoulders. With no surprise at all, I turned to the left and found myself walking alongside Lucas.

"Are you ditching me already, lover boy?" Lucas called out, the glint in his eyes teasing. Since filling him in on the rough details of what happened last night, Lucas had been making a ruthless sport out of taking the piss out of me.

A short breath of laugh escaped my lips, and I pushed him away with a roll of my eyes. "Like you can talk?" I threw back.

"Shut up, Blythe, we're making fun of you not me today. Focus," Lucas snapped rudely. "So, tell me, Ethy, I'm curious was your time in the car with Mia, anything like your wet dreams? I swear you mentioned a dream that took place in a car, one time..." Lucas spoke freely, and boldly, and did I mention loudly. So loudly, that a few curious students looked our way, and made wide-eyed judging looks in my direction.

What? Was it suddenly a crime to have wet dreams about Mia. She was hot, sue me!

"Lucas. People. Are. Listening," I spat tightly between gritted teeth. My eyes darted around at my final words, to check if Mia or her friends were around and listening. The last thing I needed was for Mia to know I had and still had dirty dreams about her. She was just starting to like me, for fucks sake – that would undoubtedly scare her off.

"What? Practically everyone knows you like her? You basically told her yourself. The only way you could make it any more obvious is if you started dry-humping her leg," Lucas said furrowing his brows with a laugh while still talking loudly. Very loudly. More students turned to look at us.

Please kill me.

"Anyway, for your 'study session' today, now that your relationships taking off a bit, I was thinking hey, maybe pull out the old, hate-fuck idea? You know the one we talked about where Mia strangles you. I don't know, just a thought. It could-"

"Nope, no, I'm walking away," I said quickly before pushing off the ground and making fast, urgent steps down the corridor, and away from him.

"Bondage, Ethan, Bondage," he called out to me as I practically ran away from him. I also rather annoyingly heard his witch-like cackles of laughter break out behind me, only proving he was trying to be an ass to me on purpose.

It was fine. I'd get him back.

Turning right at the end of the corridor, I slowed down and caught sight of a flash of dark hair that I was all too programmed to recognize. As expected, Mia was leaning up in her normal place by her locker and seemed busy making all kinds of wild gestures with her hands as she conversed with May.

A smile slipped to my face as I looked her up and down. She was wearing her usual sexy blue jeans– the ones I struggled to drive my eyes away from and a loose cream jacket. I couldn't help but wish she was wearing one of mine. My mind instantly filed a reminder to find a clever way to trick her into wearing my jersey.

Deciding I needed to stop staring at her, my feet carried me forward and over to her direction.

"-kissed you not once now, but twice," I overheard May ramble on, her eyes sharp with focus as she explained something to Mia. Shit – were they talking about me?

I slowed down my pace, wanting to catch more of their conversation.

"-looks at you every day like he wants to jump you –"