Complicated Things

Seven| Untold Truths.

         Dedicated to @Rdscholar

"Hey."

The deep voice sends shivers down my spine, making me squirm. I can feel his towering presence behind me. I slowly turn around, my stomach turning into knots

How do I respond to him?

Baby? Bae? Did she have a special nickname for him?

I sigh inwardly, I never thought of a day where I would be debating how to respond to a 'hey'.

"Hey" the words escape my lips, as I look at him. His gaze is fixed on his phone, giving me time to ogle him. His broad shoulders and biceps suggest that he probably works out.

Maybe he plays a sport.

His gaze flicks from the phone to mine, his cold demeanor sending chills down my spine. I observe how his chiseled jawline adds to his appealing features, sensual pink lips and eyes - the prettiest I've ever seen

Hazel eyes.

"You're back." He cuts through my thoughts, turning his gaze back to his phone. "Good to see you."

He turns to walk into the class, the backpack barely resting on his shoulder. I follow suit, my mind swirling with questions. He stands beside a seat, awaiting those who are scurrying away. He sits down, his eyes never leaving his phone and hesitantly I follow suit.

During the entire lesson, my brain doesn't remind me of how I'm in an AP Literature class. But rather, it reminds me of how close Ethan is, aware of his every movement. Aware of how visible his muscles appear when he stretchs his arms. Of how his strong scent fills my nostrils, being just a few millimeters away.

How could Taylor be so lucky?

And he? How can he be so cold towards Taylor, especially if they really were in a relationship. How can he casually ignore the fact that she was hospitalized, not even a word.

I groan inwardly, rubbing my temple to get rid of this crazy headache. This wasn't just any life, a crazy tangled mess of it.

Casually, I slowly turn my eyes to him. His eyes are fixated on me, and I'm unable to look away. The sunlight filtering into the classroom, highlights the golden flecks in his hazel eyes.

My breath hitches, and I end our stare down. Fixing my eyes back on the teacher, my subconscious reminds me of my precarious situation.

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I'm not in the least surprised to see Luna outside, bouncing back and forth on her feet. After staring at Ethan, I avoided eye contact and ran out of the class as soon as we were dispersed. My eyes set on her, I don't realize whose broad shoulders bumps into my back, sending me almost barreling forward.

Closing my eyes to await my fate, I don't feel the hard ground beneath me. Rather, a pair of arms steadying me averting my downfall. I turn to my side, staring at Luna.

" Are you ok?" Her black eyes glistening with concern.

"Yeah." I mutter, retaining my posture."Thanks."

"Shall we go? You've got History of Art next?" Luna smiles, fixing the frames on her face.

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I groan.

I let out another groan, massaging the skin between my eyebrows.

"Do you have a headache? Should I get you water? An aspirin? Or maybe ask for permission so that you may return home."

As tempting as that sounds, I shake my head in disagreement. I try to shift my attention from the menacing ache in my head, to focus on our destination.