My Cinderella Story || e.d.

Chapter 17

Ethan's POV

There was a crowd in the hall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Maia asked.

It was Jordyn.

"You and your sister just started a war that you're not going to win. Do you get that? You're too much of cowards to actually fight for yourselves so you get other people to do your dirty work for you. I don't play games that way."

"Jordyn, calm down." Dylan walked over to her.

"They say to never bring a knife to a gun fight." She let Maia go and walked away.

"Your father would be so ashamed of you and your hoe abouts." Maia said as she fixed her shirt.

Jordyn turned around. "Don't you dare bring my father into this."

"Why? Is the little girl going to cry about it?" she pouted.

"Why did your dad leave you exactly? There had to be a better reason other than his wife is a deadbeat and his daughters are, what's the word... irrelevant."

"I–"

"Is the little girl gonna cry about it? Don't bring dads into this game. I would watch what comes out of my mouth next time. Come have your people beat me up again, I dare you. Have a nice day everyone."

I ran over to catch up to Jordyn.

"Hey."

"Oh hey, Ethan." She turned around.

"Hey, Dylan."

"I'll let you two be." he smiled, "and I'll see you later?"

"Meet me at the car after school yeah?" Jordyn replied.

"Alright."

I wonder if she knows about him and his feelings toward her.

"I thought you weren't coming today."

"Uh, yeah. I told Hallie the pain was tolerable so here I am."

"Is it tolerable?"

"Yeah," she chuckled, "I had heating pads as well as ice packs on all the areas that hurt throughout the whole weekend."

"So, I was thinking, if you're up for it, we could go ice skating or something."

"I love ice skating."

"When would you wanna go?"

"Maybe after the bruising lessens a bit?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Because I have to be in better shape if I'm gonna challenge you to a 1-on-1 hockey game."

"You are so on, Daniels."

"Prepare to be defeated, Dolan." she smirked. "Come on. Let's get to gov before we're late."

Jordyn's POV

Dyl Pickle: what was that?

Me: what was what?

Dyl Pickle: why did you almost break your stepsister's neck?

Me: like I said, she started war. I was simply letting her know I'm not raising the white flag.

Dyl Pickle: I hope you aren't getting yourself into more trouble

Me: trust me, it could've been a lot worse. She pulled the dad card

Dyl Pickle: just pls be careful? I don't wanna find you unconscious in the middle of a parking lot again

Me: I make no promises 🤞🏼

"So, I have a question for you." Ethan spoke up.

"Go for it." I locked my phone and looked at him.

"How many more dates would you say would be a good amount before I decide to ask you to be my girlfriend?"

My eyes widened, "what'd you just say?"

He cleared his throat, "uh forget I said anything."

"Ethan." I smiled, "I genuinely like you and Dylan's probably told you that by now or something. But we've only been on a few dates and we don't know each other that well yet."

"I understand."

"But, surprise me." I winked. He smiled and the second bell finally rang.