❝ i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby ❞
- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛...
a boy who is the
equivalent to a teenage dirtbag and
has nightmares falls in love with
the boy who always looks like
he's in pain .
playlist inside.
- 🩸
lower case intended .
jasper hal...
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TEENAGE DIRTBAG
chapter 25
( ballet studio )
the ride to the ballet studio wasn't long but wasn't short either. the sun had managed to set in the meantime, and ethan knew that both hunter and alice had already noticed their disappearance — and, of course, would've undoubtedly told the rest of the cullens.
the two stepped out of the yellow cab before it drove off into the distance, the moon glistening down onto their pale and fair skin. "this looks creepy as fuck." ethan spoke quietly as if he was somewhat afraid of someone hearing him.
particularly james.
"it's nicer inside." bella informed, as if that was supposed to make him feel remotely better; it didn't. "besides, we'll be alright. i've got this." she pulled out a small can of pepper spray from her pocket.
ethan raised his brow in almost disbelief. "pepper spray? really?" the jaylin boy scoffed in disbelief. i mean, there was a vampire in there for gods sake. what was a small can going to do?
"what, you got something better?" bella hummed almost challengingly, turning her neck to look at the boy. he sent a small glance down to his hands, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat before deciding against it.
"pepper spray it is." ethan sighed, interlocking his hand with bella's before the two ventured inside the creepy, and vacant ballet studio.
the door creaked open sending a shiver down both their spines. the room had some beautiful arches, alongside barres — but neither of these competed with the maze of mirrors causing ethan to feel ill.
"and you said it looks better inside." ethan sucked in air through his teeth, noting the deep silence and echo of each step they made against the wooden floor. "it used to look better." bella hummed, backtracking on her words and wincing at how creepily it now all looked.
the two took a few more steps forwards, ethan doing a small spin slowly to gather in every single inch and notch of the place.
"bella? bella? bella, where are you?"
a woman's voice echoed throughout the cold room. ethan snapped back to bella, and he could tell just by the look on her face who it was. her mother.
"mom?" bella began to take quicker steps forward causing ethan to stumble after her. he couldn't help the gut feeling that something was wrong, something was off. "bella, slow down." he put his hand on her shoulder, not liking how quickly she was waltzing into a possibly dangerous situation.
"it's my mom!" the swan girl shook off his grasp as ethan stumbled over his own footing slightly. "bella." ethan hissed as she legged it to the other side of the room, sliding open some doors.
