don't forget about me | ethan cutkosky

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"Ethan if we get caught I swear-"

"You'll rip my nuts off with your teeth. You've told me before!" He chuckled, looking back at me.

The light from the moon his his face directly, making his eyes stand out even more. His smile was contagious. Within seconds, a huge smile was spread across my face and I giggled. Ethan's laugh and current mood is a complete opposition from the one he was in earlier.

"So what happens when we get in there?" I asked, grabbing Ethan's wrist and pulling him back.

"Just stay quiet, don't say much. Act like you've done this before."

"Why did you choose to bring me?" I blurted out.

Ethan looked at me, but didn't say anything. He pulled me along and knocked on the basement door, saying his name. The door opened and a man with dark skin opened it, looking around and pulling us inside.

"Who's this pretty lady?" A man asked.

I looked around the room, seeing it was dimly lit. Not many people were there. Two girls who looked a few years older than me, and a few men. The man who let us in was nowhere to be seen.

Ethan was reading my mind at that moment and he pulled me behind him. My nervousness took over and my fingers latched to the back of Ethan's shirt, pulling it tight.

"She's a friend. She's done this before, nothing to worry about." Ethan spoke.

So I'm a friend now? A little while ago I was his girlfriend.

Ethan unwrapped the small package from my flannel and threw it to a man who tossed it around in his hands.

Another man walked forward and handed Ethan a wad of cash and said nothing. He just pointed to the door and we left, jogging off the property.

"Home now?" I asked, looking at Ethan.

He nodded, but didn't say a word.

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I sat on my bed and Ethan sat at my desk with the chair facing me.

Nobody said a word, the silence was sort of awkward, but I guess neither of us felt like breaking it.

I could hear the keyboard clicks coming from Ethan's phone across the room and I sighed, but he never looked up from his phone. I sighed again and again but he never once looked.

A huge smile was plastered on his face the whole time, making a pain become noticeable in my chest. He was probably talking to another girl. He has the looks, the laugh, the smile, and he always tells you what you want to hear.

"What time is it?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Just a little after midnight."

That's it? I thought it would be a lot later than that.

"Great, so we have plenty of time to talk then!"

Ethan looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, "Talk about what?"

"Why you called me to come make a drug delivery with you instead of your own girlfriend, why you chose me in front of all your friends, why you called me your girlfriend, and not long after, you referred to me as just a friend."

"I called you my girlfriend because that's what you want to be right?" Ethan said in a smartass tone.

"That makes no sense Ethan! You have a girlfriend so why would you get my hopes up?"