I walk back into my room looking like a mess still. I really don't know if I want to hang out with them or not, but it seems like I don't have much of a choice. I throw on an off the shoulder sweater with a bralette underneath, plain black leggings, and some brown low top boots. I sat down to start curling my hair, which takes about 10 years because my hair so thick and annoying. ( for real though... ) I hear tom yell from downstairs.
"Come on Ry, I'm hungryyy!"
I try to speed up the pace but it obviously doesn't work. I sit there doing my makeup and hair when my door flies open. Tom was standing there just laughing to himself.
"What." I said not looking at him.
"I can't tell if you guys hate each other or if you're trying to look good for him."
"He's mad annoying," I said, still not looking at him.
"Whatever, let's see what happens when we all hang out," he says back.
"Tom this is honestly so weird why do I have to do this?" I looked up at him and I dropped my curling iron, but I went to pick it up on the wrong side...and it sounded like a scream from a horror movie.
Ethan came running up the stairs as I was crying, while Tom was bringing me to the sink to put cold water on my hand...because I'm an idiot.
"Shit," Ethan mumbled under his breath as he saw the redness and blisters forming.
"I'll be right back I'll get an ace bandage," Tom said.
I was over the sink crying as Ethan held my hand and kept it in the freezing cold tap water.
He took his other hand and wiped my tear away because mascara was running down my face. I stopped crying because I was shocked at how close he was and how he was being so kind.
"T-thanks," I said sniffling and taking my hand from under the water.
Tom came in and wrapped the bandage around my hand.
"Thanks Tom," I said as he finished.
"No problem, are you still up for lunch with us?" He replied.
I felt like Ethan actually could have a good side to him, now that he actually helped and was being nice to me instead of some winks and smirks. I was so confused about this guy but I feel like he can be sweet at times?
"Yeah I'll come," I said with a smile.
I go back into my room to grab my bag and we headed off.
The car ride there was pretty normal, we just blasted music and didn't talk much, but it wasn't awkward.
We got to the restaurant and I sat across from Tom, but then Ethan sat next to me. I was nervous but I also wasn't at the same time because he just gave me so much comfort. But what the hell I have so many mixed feelings about him.
"Tom what's good here ," I asked because he's been here plenty of times and I've never been.
"Oh the chicken caesar wrap-
He continued talking but it all faded away when I felt a hand brush against my thigh.
I didn't know I did it when I did, but I apparently made a noise when it happened because Tom asked if I was okay. I just said yes and he continued telling me about all the good food on the menu. But Ethan left his hand on my thigh the whole time and began running circles with his thumb.
I knew it. I knew he wanted something. I can't tell if he is actually as kind as he was when he was helping me with my hand, but I couldn't focus on that now. And I couldn't focus on the fact that he was my brothers best friend, because this little action made me whole world stop. I want him.
