❝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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Ethan Blackwell might be the end of me. Literally.
He laughs, smiles, and chuckles a lot these days and that pisses me off.
I wish he could go back to being nonchalant and grumpy. That Ethan was easier to hate and dislike but this...this Ethan is making butterflies erupt in my belly.
I don't want it to be that way. I'm too broken. Too damaged to feel this way for someone.
Last time I felt this way, he ended up destroying me. He ruined me for anyone else.
There are two reasons I'm scared to let people in. The damage they can do, and, the damage they'd find. And that's enough reason why I can never fall for Ethan.
I stare at the ice cubes dissolving in my coffee, mind going through different things.
I look around the hallway, finding it to be almost empty, sighing when I realized I zoned off again.
I've been doing a lot of that lately, zoning out in the middle of a conversation or when I'm doing something.
I look at my phone, seeing that it's been five minutes since I sent a text to Ethan.
Sighing, I gulp down the remaining coffee I had left, throwing the cup into the trash can beside me.
Hiking my backpack up my shoulder, I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for Ethan.
Minutes later, when I was getting tired of waiting, I see him approach me.
"Petrov," he starts, pushing his long wavy hair away from his face. "I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, something came up."
"Not like I have a choice." I mutter, pushing myself off the wall with a groan.
With a frown that looked a lot like worry settled on his face. "Are you okay?"
I nod, trying my best not to look at him as we walk to the other side of the school.
I finally realized I haven't been to this wing before so I took my time looking around.
"You've never been here before?" Ethan asks and I nod.
Distance is needed.
I don't know why I foolishly agreed for us to be friends, if not, at least it'd have been easy to ignore him.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, opening the door to pottery classroom for me.
I step in and the smell of wet clay hit my nose. "Nope."
"If it's because I took too much time getting to you," Please stop. "then I'm sorry."
Distance is needed.
"It's nothing. You didn't do anything wrong." I reply, setting my backpack down, still not looking at him.
He stayed silent for a while before sighing. "Then why won't you look at me?"
