Cliché// Ethan Dolan

Chapter 11

        I woke up in a completely different room. It was a boy room by the things in the room. Cologne bottles everywhere, shirts thrown, dark blue walls, gray comforter, and many other things. Wait, why am I here? This isn't my room or Grace's... Where am I?

     I heard the door slowly creak open and saw a boy walk in. He carried a bottle of water and pills. It was Ethan. I then groaned in pain as I realized my head was pounding.

      "Oh, fuck. What happened last night?" I laid back down and covered my face with the pillow. Ethan chuckled and I felt the bed sink in. I know I did nothing with him last night because everything was still on. I removed the pillow from my face and sat up.

"Here take like five of these. It'll help." He handed me the pills and I gladly took them. I needed this headache to disappear as fast as the speed of light.

"What did I do last night?" I sat there, swallowing the last pill. I remembered up to the part of me getting the DJ to play a song I wanted and then... oh, shit.

       "No, no, no, no, no. I was an emotional wreck and you let me tell you all my thoughts?? That's so embarrassing!" My face heated up even more as he smirked. He leaned against his drawer and crossed his arms.

        "You came up to me, what was I supposed to do? Also, you seemed wasted and I didn't want you to do something stupid."

"I did do something stupid, I told you all my dumb feelings! That were completely exaggerated." I avoided eye contact, while standing up. Many more memories came crashing down.

"Wait, why were you getting high? Grayson would-" he ran up to me, putting has large hand over my mouth. My legs felt wobbly and his small impact made me fall back on the bed, with him by my side. I tried to move his hand off my mouth, but he was way stronger than me.

"I know, don't tell him anything. I only smoked from that like two times and gave it back to the guy. I wasn't even completely high. It didn't feel good, so I dropped it." He slowly took his hand off my mouth and I looked at him.

"Okay, but what made you want to get high in the first place? Why did you say me?" We made eye contact and his cheeks showed a red tint. He began scratching the back of his neck, seeming nervous.

"I-I don't know. Can we drop it?" He got up abruptly, but I grabbed his hand.

"No, you're not going anywhere. I already told you my feelings, tell me yours!" I pulled him back down and he rolled his eyes.

"You were drunk, that doesn't count."

"Yes it does, now spill."

"I prefer not to talk about my feelings." I rolled my eyes and continued to bug him. "Fine, you just have me so messed up and confused. I don't like this. I've never felt anything towards a girl and I wanted to get rid of it."

In spite of myself, I smiled. I didn't even realize I was still holding his hand. "Don't get high anymore. Don't disappoint Grayson." He simply nodded and then the most graphic memory of last night hit me like a truck.

"Oh, fuck." I covered the side of my face with my left hand. "We kissed last night."

"More like made out, but yeah." He smirked, making me want to hide even more. I stood up and decided it was a good time to leave.

"Wait, where's Maya and Callie? And do your parents even know I'm here?" My parents would freak if a guy was in my room, let alone slept in the same bed as me.