Every time I would punch in the combination to open my locker it wouldn't work. I kept getting angrier at how the seven times I've tried doing it, it wouldn't open.
"Here let me help. What's your combination?" The deep voice spoke.
"Ethan, I don't need your help." I roll my eyes. "Seriously, get out of here."
"Grayson."
"What?"
"I'm Grayson. Ethan's twin." He smiles at me but I don't smile back.
"Ethan never spoke to me about a twin. I don't care who you are. I don't need your help."
"Well, who pissed in your cereal today?"
"Your Fucking brother."
"Wait, you're, um-"
"Ivana."
"Oh, I thought you were Natasha. He's never spoke about an Ivana to me." He laughs. I clench my jaw.
"Please get the fuck out of here I seriously don't need any Fucking help." I say between my teeth.
"You cuss a lot, ivana."
"Don't speak of my name...again."
He sighs scooting backwards. My hands play with the lock again moving it anti-clockwise and clockwise. Finally, it opens.
A note falls on the floor. Its a neatly folded white piece of paper. I squat to pick it up coming back up when I had it in my hands.
Ivana,
I. Am. Sorry.
For acting like an ass.
A bad boyfriend.
A terrible boyfriend.
I apologize.
I miss you.
I need you.
Please meet me at my locker sometime today.
Talk to me.
We need to talk.
More,
I need to apologize to you.
Face
To
Face.
- Ethan
I sigh through my nose. Ripping the paper piece by piece. I kept it in my hand holding it for the perfect idea I had. It wasn't actually perfect but it was a bitchy and petty idea I had in mind.
I close my locker, slamming it, actually. I walk swiftly through my locker hallway pushing the door open. Ethan's locker was in the hallway next to mine.
I see him leaning against his own. Talking to Grayson. This was the first I've ever seen him and the last I'd hoped.
"Hey, asshole." I slam the hand full with ripped up pieces of paper into his chest letting the pieces fall. "Your turn to clean this mess up." I wink.
