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[43] twingameplays - ethan

You were in the middle of sixth period when your phone buzzed, which you ignored initially, then felt it buzz six more times. With a sigh, you made sure Mr. Taylor was facing the board and took out your phone to check the messages. They were all from Ethan, and you skimmed through them.

'are we still on for studying tonight?'

'Y/N'

'Y/N'

'Y/N come into the hallway'

'Y/N!!'

'pls!!!'

You texted him back, 'I'm in class rn'

He immediately responded, 'I know, just get out for a few minutes!'

"Are you texting Ethan?" Lucas whispered, and your head snapped up to look at him.

"How'd you know?"

"You always get this dumb lil' smile on your face when you talk to him."

You felt your cheeks go red as you fervently shook your head, hissing back at your friend, "Shut up, asshole!"

"Y/N!" Your teacher suddenly appeared in front of your desk. "I completely understand your language towards Lucas, but does it have to be so loud in my class?"

"I'm sorry, sir." You apologized, trying to discretely slip your phone back in your pocket, but your hawk-eyed teacher missed nothing.

"And phone out?" He held out his hand, and you reluctantly handed it over as it started buzzing again, and he glanced down at the screen before setting it down on his desk.

After a few more minutes after Mr. Taylor's powerpoint on elections or something and the thought of why Ethan could possibly want you out in the hall, you finally thrust your hand up in the air.

"Yes, Y/N?" He asked after he saw that you had raised your hand.

"May I please use the restroom?"

He sighed and paused for a moment, you hoped he hadn't seen any vaguely incriminating texts from Ethan. "Very well."

Lucas looked at you quizzically as you stood from your seat to leave the classroom quickly. Once out of the room, you looked around and saw Ethan at the end of the hallway, typing away at his phone.

"Ethan?" You said, walking over to him, and his face broke into a huge grin as soon as he saw you.

"Y/N!" He tucked his phone into his pocket and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey, Ethan." You hugged him back, reveling the short-lived contact as he burrowed his face into your neck for a moment then let go of you. "What did you want me out here for?"

"Do you have your jacket?"

"Uh, no?"

"Didn't you see my text?"

"Mr. Taylor took my phone."

Ethan held up his big overcoat he had on his arm and slipped it around you. "Here, take mine."

"Where are we going?" You asked as he guided you down the stairs of the school.

"You'll find out."

Just before you reached the ground floor, Ethan stopped you in the stairwell. "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it!" He insisted, and you obliged, covering your eyes with one hand and feeling for Ethan with the other.