Ethan's POV:
So the other night I went out kinda late...
*A few days ago*
I left Grayson and the house around 1 in a hurry, a nervous hurry.
I needed to talk to Brianna, though I didn't want too.
She claimed she had some pretty explicit shit on Sam that I didn't need out.
Though I didn't believe her, I couldn't risk it.
We met in a dark, deserted neighborhood I've never been too.
"Hey Ethan," she spoke in a low, scandalous tone as I approached her.
"Brianna I don't have time for this, now show me the proof."
She rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, unlocking it.
She casually scrolled through her pictures until she reached one.
She held or her phone to me, scrolling through the photos. My mouth hung open.
First was a mirror selfie of Samantha in her underwear but as she swiped the photos got more and more explicit.
I snatched her phone from her hands and held it behind me.
"I swear if you put a single one of these out I will kill you." I snarl through gritted teeth.
She stayed sassy, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms evilly.
"Hey, don't get too feisty with me, I could ruin you and your bitch's lives."
"Don't you ever talk about my girlfriend that way again." I spit.
If I didn't have some self control I would have slapped the little bitch across the face.
"Okay, okay. I won't post the photos on one condition." She offered.
"What do you want?" I spit at her.
"Sex." She gives me a smirk and bites her lip and a sickening feeling erupts in my stomach.
"What the fuck Brianna no!" I almost shouted.
"Well then I guess I could just post the photos, they're on my computer too." She smirked evilly. I could tell she was bluffing.
"Brianna I swear-"
"Don't try me, Ethan." She cuts me off.
I'm silent with a nasty, flustered glare.
"So sex it is then?" She takes a step closer to me and puts a hand on my chest which I quickly smack away.
"No." I say firmly.
"Well then kiss me." She says casually.
"I don't want to fucking touch you." I clench my fists tighter.
She looks caught off guard, hurt, as if she wasn't expecting that.
"Well you're going too." She takes another step toward me.
"Get away from me," I push her off again.
