Fuckboy Bestfriend- E.D

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Vanessa
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"Why didn't you text me or called me before everything?" Alexis asked me as she arrived to Ethan and Grayson's apartment.

"Because I didn't want you to worry, but I'm fine now." I grabbed a pillow gently placing it under my leg, wincing when the fabric rubbed against my injury.

"You don't look fine babe."

"But I am. Plus Ethan and Grayson took care of me."

"Guys how many slices do you want?" I heard Grayson ask from the kitchen, peeking his head out the door.

"Three!" I said. I haven't really eaten anything, the only thing I ate today was candy and Takis with Ethan.

"Alexis?"

"Oh um I only want two please." She said as she rested her head on my stomach.

"Let's watch a movie."
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"Why are you so late?" My dad asked as I walked in. It's currently 4:43am and I had just gotten home since we spend most of the night watching movies and eating junk food.

"I was with Ethan and Gray."

"Was that girl of yours with you?" He yet continued to ask me questions.

"Yes" I groaned.

"I don't want you with you her or any female to be exact. I don't know how many times I'm gonna have to tell you this."

"What's that supposed to do? Magically change my sexuality until I become completely straight?" I don't want this, I never wanted this. I just want to be accepted by my parents, god is that so much to ask?

"I don't want to you near her ever again."

"You know I don't really care what you have to say about my girlfriend and I. I will continue to do me, and be with who I want to be with." I tried making it as clear as I could possibly could, and hope his stupid brain will understand me.

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"It's feeling better now I guess. It only hurts when something comes in contact with it."I say looking down at my stitches foot.

"I bet you miss basketball don't you?" Ethan asked as he sliced the sandwich in half , giving me a piece.

"Hell yeah, but I don't think ima be playing anytime soon. I'll probably have to wait for the rest of the season, God knows." I take a bite of the sandwich, um ew?

"E, what did you put in this shit?" I asked as I parted the to pieces of bread away from each other.

"Stuff that I like. I just put them all in a sandwich, it's amazing. But I don't need your complaints in it."

"Can I have it if you're not gonna eat it?" Ethan shrugs his shoulder. I looked at him in disgust and hand him the slice.

"Ima go get ready, I'll be back." I run up the stairs, it's 5:13am I still have time to get to school.

I slip on the clothes I had brought over to Ethan's house. Team spirit long sleeve, windbreaker, black holister jeans, lebron's 14. I'm good.

I let my hair naturally flow the way if it, since I didn't bring a straightener or curling wand, brushed my teeth and blah, blah, blah, you get it.

"Ethan, let's go." I said as I jogged down the stairs calling for his name.

"I don't want to!" Ethan groaned, running his hands through his hair.

"Why not? You're always hyped to go to school. Plus it's basketball season, so you don't have to stress about football."

"I have a test today."

"Yeah so do I, but we always copy off of jimmy, so it's whatever, get you're ass up I can't be late. I have to talk to coach." I said grabbing my Jansport backpack, and my adidas drawstring.

"Nessa, we're athletes! We can't be copying off of smart people and taking advantage of them!" Ethan exclaimed, obviously kidding.

"Shut the fuck up, E, you better get dressed before I leave you."

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"Coach um is it okay if I miss practice after school?" I asked nervously, my coach always scared me for some reason. Mostly because when I do something wrong she makes me run 2 miles while yelling "Vanessa, this is because you didn't come to practice this morning!! You think you're already prepared for the game tomorrow because you've been playing since 7th grade!? No, so you better get running before you get extra 50 push-ups."

"Umm what's the excuse?" Coach asked, looking away from her computer, turning her full attention to me.

I quickly tried to think of something without making it to obvious.

"I have to pick up my sister from school today since my dad is at a business interview. And I really don't want my sister to be home by herself."

Who am I kidding? My dad gives zero fucks about anything, and I don't even have a fucking sister. At this point I'm so glad my coach knows nothing about my life.

"It's fine, but you won't miss any more this month."

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So it's kinda short but it's been like months since I even opened Wattpad and I'm actually going to try and upload more this year. If you still have this in you library GOD BLESS FOR BEING SO PATIENT!!