Confessions of a Teenage Rebel (OLD)

11.Confessions of a Teenage Rebel-Befriending the Enemy

Ahhhh! I wanted to write some more, so I decided, 'Hey, why not write another chapter?' LOL. I'm ecstatic that all of you guys keep coming back to read more! It makes me happy to know that my story entertains people (: Some of your guy's guesses are getting more hmmm.... Eccentric? A few of you are thinking outside of the box, and I love that!! I seriously wish I was on the chapter where you guys find out who it is. I want to see what you all will say!!! Anyways, thank you all for supporting me!!

11. Befriending the Enemy

Confession #11: I'm in desperate need of friends.

"Ethan?" I ask, cocking my eyebrows up in confusion.

He chuckles. "Hi." A sly grin forms on his face, pulling at the edges on his lips.

"Um, what are you doing here?"

He takes a few seconds to answer, but it feels like it's going in slow motion. For those few mere seconds, I take in his appearance. There's just something about him that makes him seem attractive. His confidence?

"My dad told me your parents were on Vacation," he says, smiling. Why is he being so nice to me?

"Exactly," I say. "And if you haven't forgotten, I kind of hate you." I know it was harsh, but it was true. He needed to know what he was getting himself into.

"Exactly."

Without asking, he invites himself in. I gawk as he lounges around the living room, and takes a seat on our couch.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask, my voice becoming harsh. I close the door, and take a few steps toward him.

He smirks. "Well," he starts, a sarcastic note in his voice. "I appear to be sitting."

I groan. "Look, why are you here?"

He sighs, and seems to lose him cocky attitude for a more serious one. "I needed to talk to someone."

I laugh, a loud, hysterical, ironic laugh. "So you came to me?"

He shrugs. "I guess I thought you were the best person to talk to."

"Why?"

"Sit," he orders, tugging on my arm, trying to pull me onto the couch.

I snort. "This is my house. I think I can sit on my own terms."

"Whatever," he says nonchalantly. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

And then he starts. "You know when I was over here for Dinner with my dad a while ago?" He asks. I nod. "Well, when you were yelling at your parents, and at my dad, I realized that you were kind of right."

"Right about what?" I ask, confused.

Suddenly his cheeks grow red, and he fidgets in his seat. "About the whole Tobacco Executive thing."

"You mean...." I trailed off, with a loss of words. I never thought that Ethan would actually agree about something with me.

He grins. "I'm not taking my dad's spot anymore."

"That's great, Ethan," I say, smiling and sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, and guess what?"

"Hmm?" I mumble.

"I'm headed off to college in a few days!" He exclaims.

I stared at him, genuinely surprised. And then sudden horror washed through me. Ethan was one of my three suspects.

I gulp. "Um, Ethan? Not that I'm not happy for you or anything, but can I ask you a question."

He nods. "And do you promise to tell me the truth?" I ask. I knew If he didn't want to, he wouldn't. But hearing it still made me feel better.

"Of course I'll tell you the truth," he says, placing a hand reassuringly on mine.

"Have you been....following me?" I ask, looking down at my hands and avoiding eye contact. One of my hands moved to play with the hem of my shirt.

He laughs. "No. Why would I do that?"

"To freak me out," I whisper, and close my eyes. A few tears trickled down my cheeks.

He was silent from then on. He let me cry without saying anything. I'm not sure whether I liked that.

Finally, after what felt like ages, he spoke up. "Anna, look. I know I've been a cocky, insensitive asswhole towards you, but I'd really like a second chance. Friends?"

I nod. Maybe it was because I needed a friend. "Yeah, friends."

"I wish I wasn't leaving," he sighs. "But we can keep in touch, right?"

"Why?" I ask, astonished that he wants to keep in touch with me. For once, he was acting like a normal human being. Weird.

"Because you're nice," he tells me. "And I could use a nice friend right about now."

I wiped a few stray tears away with my sleeve. "Yeah, I could use a nice friend, too."

Ethan was leaving for college in a few days. That meant that if anything happened while he was gone, that it wouldn't be him.

"Where are you going to college?" I ask, actually curious about it. Now that we're supposedly 'friends,' I think I should get to know him a little better.

"Stanford," he tells me, a big, happy smile spreading across his face.

"How did you manage to get into there?!" I ask him, bewildered out of my mind.

"I bribed the headmaster with my dad's money," he chuckles. "You didn't actually think I got in there by just applying, did you?"

I laugh, and shake my head no. "Not at all."

Ahhh! So this was kind of boring to me. And short, I think. The next chapter will have Matt in it! YAY (: I love Matt! How about you guys? LOL. So to the people who thought the stalker was Ethan, do you still think that? Do you guys like Ethan better now? I know I do!!!!! (: