And Who Are You? e.d.

"Don't you get it?" -17

"You're so hot, how are you a virgin?" He says, walking towards me.

He lifts his shirt over his shoulders and throws it onto the floor.

"I-uh, I-" I stutter but then am interrupted by his lips crashing onto mine.

His kiss is hungry, full of lust. No passion, only intent of getting further. But I don't care, I'm drunk and careless. I kiss back just as fiercely.

Nate forcefully but not harshly pushes me onto the bed behind me. He crawls on top of me, kissing me from my belly button to my mouth, taking off my shirt in the process. Since the shirt I was wearing was basically a bralette, I wore it as a crop top, I had no bra on underneath.

"Fuck," He mutters, biting his lip.

He begins to suck on the top of my boob, definitely leaving a mark. He looks up at me and smirks. He makes his way back up to my mouth and we begin to makeout again.

A few minutes of rough kissing pass by when he begins to fumble with the button on my jeans. He gets them unbuttoned when the door comes crashing open. 

"Get off her. Let's go Zoë." The dark figure in the doorway says to Nate and then to me.

"The hell I will." Nate snarls.

"Either you get off her, or I'll make you." The figure steps into the room, making me be able to identify him as Ethan.

From the way Ethan said that, Nate must have registered that he was not messing around.

"You owe me, Dolan." Nate says, getting off of me and picking up his shirt.

My eyes follow him as he walks out of the room and once he does, my eyes slowly shift to Ethan.

When I look him in the eyes, the amount of pain in his eyes is enough to make a grown man cry. However, I'm drunk so I can't find the ability to cry.

"Let's go, we are leaving." He says, his voice stone cold.

I get off the bed, looking for my shirt but can't.

"Nate-- he must've taken my shirt while taking his."

Ethan slowly shakes his head, his hands reaching behind him to remove his own shirt. He hands it to me, stepping closer. I take it from him and start to put it on. As much as I can tell that he doesn't want to look because of the circumstances, he looks anyway. I notice his eyes furrow when he looks, and that's when I remember the hickey. He shakes his head and closes his eyes slowly. I pull the shirt down, feeling complete shame.

He walks out of the room while I follow behind. A few cat calls and wolf whistles are directed toward Ethan for not wearing a shirt, but I don't say anything. I just walk with my head down. I notice Lexi and Pey staring with their mouths wide open. Vicky turns around and her eyes open wide. Each of them realizing my sudden outfit change, followed behind a shirtless Ethan. I put my hand up, signaling that I will explain later.

We exit the house, walking up to Ethan's car. He gets into the driver side, this being the first time that he didn't open the door for me. I sit in the passenger seat, and he pulls away from the music filled house. After a few minutes of silent driving, I finally muster up the drunk courage to speak.

"Are you going to say anything?"

His head whips toward me and then back to the road. He pulls over immediately and then puts the car into park.

His whole body shifts towards me, "Say what, Zoë? What the fuck would you like me to say?"

"I..I don't know." I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and look down.

"No. No no no no. You don't get to do that." He says, slamming his hands on the top of the steering wheel.

I look at him in question.

"You don't get to fucking tuck your damn hair behind your ear and try to make me feel like the victim!" He yells.

I close my eyes at his abrasiveness and then get ready to yell myself.

"The victim? You fucking lied to me tonight! You said you were gonna be with family, and where do I find you? With a fucking girl on your lap with your hand about on her vagina!" I scream back.

He looks a little bit taken aback for a second but then retains his composure.

"Yeah well at least you weren't the one that had to walk in on the girl he wants to be with having her tits groped by some fuck! Not to mention the fucking hickey.." He shakes his head.

"You're kidding right? You looked completely fucking done with me on that couch so I took that as in I was free to do whatever the hell I want!" I say, steaming.

"Zoë... Don't you get it? It's you." He says, with his eyes closed.

"What?" I say, shaking my head, confused.

"It's you! It's always been you! It's been you for the past how many fucking weeks, since the moment I met you. It's you at two in the morning and it's you at four in the afternoon. It's you when I'm sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything. It's always been you."

He leans forward and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"We both fucked up tonight. Albeit, I fucked up first. But Zoë, I want you. I need you. I need your laugh, I need your fucked up remarks. I need you when you're crying and I need you when you're on top of the world. I need you from your curly, blonde hair to your half painted toe nails. I need everything about you because you are what makes me tick, Zoë. I go day to day thinking about you and only you, I can't seem to get you off my fucking mind. I could be doing the most random shit, like reading the back of a shampoo bottle and you'll pop into my head for some unknown reason, but you know what? It's not unknown. Because it's you. It always has been and I need you."

I don't say anything but lean in and kiss him more passionately than I've ever kissed anyone in my whole life.

A/N: OMG I AM SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LOOONNNG TIME OF A WAIT IM SRYSRYSRYSRYRSYSYRRY

I have good things planned!!! like actual good things. quite a few good chapters, but the end will be coming in maybe 20 ish chapters???

iLy and thank u for reading <333333