Ethan Landry : Oneshots - Scream 6

He's mine

We've talked about this before. How my emotions get the best of me. I was pacing around in Ethan and Chads dorm room. Ethan sat relaxed on his neatly bedded bed. His head was leaned against the wall, his brown eyes staring at me as I paced in his room.

Ethan and I were quite different. I was angry. All I felt was rage. It was a burning feeling, a consuming one. During the day I could smile and pretend it wasn't there when I was around her. Tara. But when me and Ethan are alone, that's when we can burn together, similar to a raging forrest fire.

But this time was different. Ethan had looked at Tara earlier. He looked at her in a special way... He's only allowed to look at me like that. Me! And I had seen how Tara had looked at him. He's mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

"I want to kill them now." I said, glaring at the calm boy. Tara needs to know that he's mine. That, or she needs to be dead. Either way works fine for me.

"Dad says that it's not the right time." He answered with little emotion.

"Do you think I care about what your dad says?" I sneered, making Ethan lock eyes with me. His gaze basically pinned me in place.

"Why are you really angry?" Ethan asked. I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest in a defensive move.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.

Me and Ethan has talked about this before. My insecurities. He would reassure me all the time that he loved everything about me, even my personal worst insecurities. But no matter how many times he would say it, I still couldn't help but to compare myself to Tara.

I raised my head defiantly.

"I saw the way you looked at Tara earlier. I bet you wish she was here instead of me!" I yelled out the last part. Ethan didn't react to my change of tone.

"What?" He shook his head. "Are you mad because I looked at Tara?"

"No, I'm mad because you looked at her for too long, dammit!" I yelled again. Ethan tilted his head. He stood up from his bed and walked closer to me.

"You sweet, dumb thing." He said, smiling. We were standing very close now. "You're jealous. Why would I want her when I can have you?" He continued, looking deep into my eyes. I couldn't help but lightly smile.

I hated that he was right. Both of us was breathing hard right now. I drew in a long breath and slowly released it.

I stucked my finger in Ethans chest and poked him hard. He slowly wrapped his fingers around mine. He didn't let go. Did he realise that I'd stopped poking him the second his hand touched mine? Now he was holding my hand against his chest. I could feel his heart hammering beneath my touch, even through his shirt.

"My heart beats for you. And only for you. That sounds so cliché, but it's true. Sure, I looked at Tara earlier. But I only see you." Ethan said, smiling that smile I had grown to love. A sigh escaped my lips.

"I might have gotten jealous before."

"You don't say?" Ethan was grinning as he raised a brow.

I leaned in, smiling devilishly.

"Kiss me." I demanded, making Ethan laugh.

"Kiss you?"

"Yes, kiss me. What's so hard to unde-" My words were cut off when his lips softly brushed against mine. Soon he kissed me more possessively, hungrily. Ethan and I burn together, afterall. His kiss was turning my body into a million tiny flames. He also knew it, which was evident by the grin he had when we pulled away from each other.

"I think I might even love you." I said against his lips. Making him smile even wider.

"You do?" The dorky side of him appeared. I nodded.

"I love you too." He said quietly, sincerely.

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