arranged | e.dolan

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"what do you need, dolan,"

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he snickers and turns his attention back to me. 

"my mother told me to inform you that your family is coming over for a 'special dinner' on friday," he says, making quotation marks with his fingers while doing so, an annoyed expression playing onto his face.

"do you know what this 'special dinner' is for," i ask, mimicking his finger movements.

his nose starts to flare, making me instantly pull my hands down and shift my eye gaze to some place else. damn his mood changes quick.

"no, i don't. but she says that it is important, for all of us," he spits, making his way back to his table full of arrogant air-heads.

what the fuck just happened?

i turn to look at lana seeing she had a very amused and shocked expression written all over her face. her widened eyes shift over to me.

"his mood went from zero to six thousand real quick," lana says, eyes widening more, if that was possible. i didn't care about his attitude at the moment, i was just wondering what the hell that dinner was going to be about.

"i wonder what that dinner is going to be about," i start to speak my thoughts, "since when have my parents been friends with ethan's?"

i really am confused, like, since when?

"i don't know, nev, i don't know," lana states, "maybe it's something good! like ethan's parents getting a promotion and having his whole family move to a far away land!"

how is she so positive when all i can do is worry?

"maybe," i mumble, looking back to the air-heads' table, to see ethan looking at me, again.

what the hell is his problem?

i shake it off, throwing my lunch away and heading to class. his mood really needs to lighten up. as i walk past his table, i could feel his eyes burning holes into my back.

i look back at him, instantly regretting it. his death glare was too intense, making me shudder. his little blonde, skinny, cheerleader of a girlfriend on his lap, playing with his hair, pretty much made me gag.

i scoff and continue out the cafeteria doors.

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"watch where you're going, bitch," says none other than satan, while pushing me to the ground, making all my papers scatter across the floor.

such a fucking cuntbag.

i start to gather my things again, when someone comes up to help me.

"let me," he pleads, gathering my things for me. i stare at the boy in shock, until he came up to me and handed me back my things, "here you go, miss."

"thank you so much, what's your name," i ask.

"joseph, yours?" he smiles.

wow what a smile.

"nevaeh," i say back.

"unique, i like it," he stays smiling, "would you me to walk you to class?"

how sweet.

"sure, if that isn't any trouble to you," i smile back, he has positive vibes coming from him, and i kind of like it.

"none at all," he places his hand on my upper back, keeping it there.

what a gentleman.

"are you new here, i don't think i've seen you around here before," i look down in case he's been here but i haven't noticed him, which would be very embarrassing.

"yes, i came from north dakota, i'm just trying to make new friends here," his gaze constantly shifting from place to place, "i'm glad i ran into you."

thank goodness i didn't make him feel like no one noticed him, that would be awful.

"me too," i smile, walking straight ahead, seeing satan, once again, staring at me. this time, it's different. he looks almost sad, but angry at the same time.

he really needs to kill it with the 'tude.

i roll my eyes and keep walking to my class, calculus. which i share the class with ethan. i'm dreading this.

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"who was that guy you were walking with, nevaeh," ethan asks, trying to keep up with my pace as i walk down the long hallway.

"um, you're asking because," i drag out the because, feeling highly irritated by his presence.

"why can't i ask? i'm human too, you know," he smirks, making my blood boil, "anyway, who was that guy, nevaeh?"

"why does it matter," i retort, walking faster, him still trying to keep up with my was highly annoying, "you shouldn't care."

he stops in his tracks, making me turn to face him.

"yeah, whatever, you're right," his eyes look downwards as he walks away, now i'm really confused.

i continue walking to my class.

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ethan

who the hell was that guy? thinking he can just fucking touch nevaeh like that. and fucking walk her to her fucking class? who the fuck does he think he is? i swear if i ever see him do shit like that agai-

"ethan are you alright, you seem pretty tense," grayson interrupts my sudden burst of strange thought.

"yeah man, i'm great," i respond, looking at that guy and nevaeh. why did i think like that, i don't even talk to her.

"yeah, whatever you say, bro," he pats my back, "just know that you can tell me anything buddy, i'll always be here for you and to support you," and with that, he heads off to his next class, leaving me staring at her walk away while i'm in my deep thoughts.

why am i even thinking about her when we've talked a whole two times? and why did that guy touching her make me tense, upset, and especially angry. i have so many questions for myself.

why did my mom want her family over for that dinner on friday, and why did she make it seem so important?

how do my parents even know hers? what is this dinner about? why am i so nervous for the event to come, just to see her?

i just don't understand.

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hhhhheeeeyyyy second chapter! hopefully this was somewhat alright for you guys, i'm really trying to get this writing thing down.

i loooovvveee youuuu♥️

-grace

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