"Ethan!" I practically wailed into the phone.
"Wow, no need for such enthusiasm," he said, chuckling, "I was calling to see if you wanted to come to a bonfire?"
"Ethan I need your help!" I said, not even listening to him.
"What? Why?" he asked. Something in me squirmed in dismay at his suddenly defensive tone.
"I...I tried to leave Will's party but I'm kind of hammered and all alone walking on this road..." I admitted sheepishly. I paused and waited to see if he would say anything. When he didn't, I began to speak again only to have my cell phone beep in my ear and die.
"NO!" I screamed, whipping it around to look at the darkened screen. I bellowed in frustration, stomping my bare feet on the asphalt like a toddler. I felt like crying and breaking something at the same time. When the temper tantrum finally abated, I collected what little resolve I had left and set off along the road again. My feet were aching from the pavement, but I kept telling myself that was a lot better than being forced to make out with Will Dawson.
Fifteen minutes later, the first car that I'd seen all night came up behind me. As my shadow elongated on the road in front of me, I momentarily panicked as I realized yet again that I was a scantily clad girl walking all alone on a deserted road with a dead phone. Not that there would be any rapists lurking in Elysia Hills, Clairview's richest neighbourhood, but I seriously wondered what the driver of the car would think once they came upon me walking all alone out here.
Resisting the urge to dive into the ditch by the side of the road, I kept walking as the car slowed next to me. My heartbeat started racing as my hand clutched my dead cell phone, ready to whip it at the driver if they so much as made a move for me.
"I must say, that is one stunning dress Buttercup," Ethan hooted, stopping his car next to me. In one fell swoop the entire evening caught up to me and I burst into tears. Ethan shot out of the car, running around to grab me by the shoulders.
"Hey, what happened? What did they do to you?" he demanded, staring down at me with such concern that I could do little more than lean forward and sob onto his shoulder. He awkwardly patted me on the back, pulling his hands back as if stung when he felt my bare skin beneath his palms.
"C'mon, lets go. You must be freezing, your skin is like ice," Ethan said finally once my sobs had abated. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he led me to the passenger side of his car. I shivered, only then realizing how cold I was in my teeny tiny pathetic excuse of a dress.
"I'm sorry for that little...episode," I said, once we were comfortably sitting in Ethan's hot little red car, "Thanks for coming, I didn't think you would,"
"Good old alcohol, right?" he joked, shifting out of park.
"Oh you have no freaking idea," I groaned, leaning my head against the window.
"So...was it the wine, the cheese, or the stale upper class that drove you away?" Ethan asked, thoroughly amused. I shuddered.
"When they broke out the coke I ran for it," I said, sneering at the memory, "Sir Dawson had the nerve to offer me to take the first line,"
"And you didn't?!" Ethan asked, totally incredulous. He was staring at me and I was staring right back at him, at a loss for words. Ethan Wheeler, new kid, die-hard A-List hater, and...drug aficionado?
"Are you sh-" I began, but he'd started smiling as he looked back towards the road.
"Man you're worked up. Can't even see through my antics," he laughed. I got defensive.
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