❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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There are times you feel the ground should open up and swallow you whole.
And there are times you just want to vanish and disappear from the world.
When the teacher caught Ethan and I exchanging notes, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
And when I suddenly felt my stomach cramp up and something oozing out of me, I wanted to vanish and just disappear.
Ethan kept glancing at me but I ignore him. He probably thinks I'm quiet because of the teacher but little does he know that it's worse.
God this is so embarrassing.
All this is because of a damn apple?! Fuck.
I shift uncomfortably on my seat, trying my best to try not to stain myself.
Why did it come today of all days? When I decided to leave my jacket at home.
Luck is out of my hands and I peer my eyes at Ethan who was leaning forward with his palm holding his head, sitting in a way that his body is facing me but his face isn't and I notice the jacket of our uniform hanging on his chair. His jacket.
Taking a deep breath, I go over my options. I either wait till everyone's left the class, then I'd call Channel or Lucy, or I'll just swallow my pride and ask Ethan for his jacket.
The class passed in a blur and I just sat still to prevent anymore damage. When the bell finally rings and almost everyone filed out of the classroom, I notice how Ethan picked up his books, shoving them into his bag before glancing at me.
"Are you okay?" his deep voice seemed to snap me out of my trance and I nod, the action more slower than I intended it to be.
I pack my books, taking my time to put them in my bag so Ethan can go and when he was already at the entrance of the door, I made up my mind.
Fuck it, here goes nothing.
"Ethan?" I call out softly, my eyes on his broad back until he looks behind his shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Can you lend me your jacket?"
He faces the door, breathes out then turned around.
"Why?"
"Uhhh..." I trail off, sucking my lower lip into my mouth before nibbing on it as I think of an excuse to give.
His eyes narrows at me before suddenly going blank. "Oh."
He walks over to me, handing me the jacket before turning his back to me but standing on the same spot.
"I'd return it," I say, eyeing how tense his shoulders are. "you don't have to wait around to see what I want to do with it. I'm just cold, it's—"
"I have a sister, Petrov. I know what's wrong and if you're uncomfortable, just let me know and I'll leave." he says, he wasn't sounding like he's mad or irritated, he just sounded like how he always sounds.
