ETHAN ZEAGERS
The typical handsome, popular, bad boy of Beverly High School who shows his fake front to everyone but is broken deep inside. All he wants is a normal life, free of clingy bitches. Known for his temper, he surprisingly allows an unknow...
Opening the door of my new BMW, I sat in the driver's seat with a sigh of pleasure. The seats were as comfortable as I remembered.
I was gifted the car on my sixteenth birthday and from the day I got it, I was sure it was my baby. No girl could ever match my baby. If anyone even dared to harm my baby, the next place I would send them to would be a funeral. In a coffin.
Ethan's outfit:
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In a few minutes, I reached school. AKA the bane of my existence.
School is hell. This is one of the many places I have to keep up my fake front. Everyone keeps following what I do since I'm apparently one of the 'populars'. The 'bad boy' to be precise.
No, I am not proud of the label. It means nothing to me. I always did hate stereotypes, even though I legit lived in one.
Everyone thought that the life of a popular person was full of fun and games. To be honest, it wasn't like that at all. At least, not for me.
It's very difficult to put up a strong and non-caring front when that's not who I really am. I just want a normal life without drama and with the love of a girl who understands me. Not only pretends to.
Like someone I knew.
"Heyyyy, baby! How are you doing today, sexy?"
Think of the devil...
"Wanna come over? My parents are not at home..."
Let me introduce you to Katherine Fisher. The clingy Queen Bee of Beverly High School. I despise her so much that mere words can't express my hatred.
Ignoring my hate, I replied, "No, sorry. I have errands to run."
What kind of lame excuse was that, Ethan? I cringe in my head.
"Oh, that's okay! Let's ditch school and do something more interesting." She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Oh, God! Just leave me alone.
I sighed. Today's going to be a long day.
"You know I'm failing. I need a scholarship to enter NYC and I can't ditch school just like that."
Looking at her suspicious face, I add, "I'll definitely come another day."
Yeah, right. That's never gonna happen.
Saying that, I quickly leave without hearing her reply. I was irritated now and the day hadn't even started yet.
How could anyone be so...desperate?
In my thoughts, I wasn't watching where I walked and inevitably crashed into someone. My books fell to the ground and my temper heightened. Without thinking, I growled out, "What the hell? Can't you watch where you're going?"
I immediately regretted saying that though when I noticed who I had bumped into.
A short girl who was cowering in fear. She seemed to be the shy, introvert type who couldn't say 'boo' to a mouse.
"Oh, so it's my fault, huh? You are the one who crashed into me. I'm guessing you were never taught manners or basic decency to help a person up when they have fallen, huh? At least say you're sorry! Douche bag!"
So, I was wrong. She was feisty. Definitely not shy.
She glared at me and left, leaving me with an amused look on my face.
