messages • ethangrantdolan// short story

seven

Ethan: wanna ft?

me: no.

Ethan: please.

me: go away

me: uncalled for.

Ethan: chill. out. dude. we're. all. fine.

me: we. are. the. only. ones. in. this. conversation. you. dipshit.

ethan: don't be rude. 

me: don't FaceTime me

There's a knock at my door and my dad walks in and I quickly put my phone down to make it look like I'm studying. "Please, Maya, I know you're not actually studying."

"I'm trying to." I respond,

"Okay, then. Dinner is almost ready, but you young lady, have to study." he says, walking out of the room. I roll my eyes as he shuts the door

Ethan: if you start up this whole not answering thing I'll cut you

me: cops on their way to protect me

me: what's ur brothers number

me: he'll treat me better than u

Ethan: fuck off

me: that's an explicit word

Ethan: tis it is

me: u swear u won't do anything bad on ft

Ethan: REALLY

Ethan: I SWEAR ILL BE INNOCENT. EXCEPT A FEW SWEAR WORDS BUT YES

A smile is brought to my face on how excited he is. I reluctantly answer his call and he sits there staring at the screen. "Hello."

"You are hot."

"Beautiful is more respectful, douchebag." another guy says and I look confused.

"Ohh, you're Grayson." I realize and he nods.

"You right."

Ethan takes the phone back and walks into his room, "Hola, Maya, ¿como esta?"

"English please." I begin, "Just kidding, muy bien."

"I thought you took French?"

"I'm a senior. I don't take a language except English. And I took Spanish."

"I can tell." he responds, "So, what're you doing?"

"I am studying because I'm a good student." I reply and he shakes his head as his door shuts.

"We should have phone sex." he suggests and pretend to consider it for a few seconds and he believes I am going to actually do it but then I shake my head.

"We aren't even dating. We've been taking for all of, what? Three, four days?" I raise an eyebrow, "No."

"Damn what a Debby downer, roof lower-er, negative nancy." he says.

"I'm studying, I'm not in the mood for sayings your old history teacher probably told you." I say, wow I'm being a bitch to him but it's okay.

"Are you okay? Is it that time of month? Or PMS?" he asks and I stare at him in disbelief,

"Did you just ask me that?" I ask, "Did you really just go there? First of all, you never ask a girl if she's on her period. And if you do make that huge mistake, and she says no, you don't go on and ask her if she's PMSing because I can guarantee you, if she is, she'll make your life a living hell."

"Jesus Christ." he responds, "Sorry. You know I don't do well with girls, I got your number by someone giving me the wrong number."

"Yes, yes, I know."

"Maya!" my dad exclaims as he walks into the room, I throw my phone down on the bed and turn to face him. "What's on the phone?"

"Kayla." I respond quickly.

He looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed for a minute, then speaks up, "Kayla?"

"Um...my name is Ethan." he replied and I cringe as I look down. I pick my phone up and Ethan sits there with a smug smile on his face. "Hi, sir."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 20."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from New Jersey, but I live in LA right now with my twin brother."

"What do you do?"

"I go to UCLA, and my brother and I make YouTube videos."

"Hmm, interesting."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going out for a bit, dinner is ready, so see you in an hour or two." he says, "Nice talking to you, Ethan."

"You, too, sir." he replies and my dad walks out. "He's so nice."

"Who knew you were polite."

"Well, babygirl--"

"Babygirl?"

"Yep. Babygirl, I'm a sweetheart." he responds, "People love me."

"Could that be your millions of followers?" I walk into the kitchen.

"Maybe, but I don't care. I'm just a nice person."

"Sure."