The Heir's Little Badass

11: ETHAN BLACK'S FINGER

Once, Chase and I had to go undercover in France as a couple so we could get inside information on the bad guys. Of course all the lovey dovey stuff was sickening and we kind of got exposed and had to think of a believable story so we wouldn't get shot.

That's exactly how I feel right now.

I blink at Ethan, then at the locket, then at the sketch of said locket.

I gulp and stare at Ethan's questioning look.

I clear my throat, "um i-is that the locket?" I take the sketch pad from his hand and pretend to examine it.

"Yeah, it's exactly the same" he deadpans.

I laugh, "wow really? I saw the locket at the store and thought it was pretty so I sketched it"

He frowns, "seriously? I thought it was one of a kind" he brings the locket out from under his T-shirt, "it looks one of a kind"

I snort, "trust me its not, I saw a whole bunch of the lockets on display"

"Oh" he says almost sadly, "I thought it was special"

"It is" I counter instantly, "I mean it doesn't matter if it isn't one of a kind, for the fact that it belongs to the girl that saved your life makes it special enough"

And it is one of a kind.

He blinks, "okay?"

Thankfully, the extremely awkward situation is interrupted by his ringing cellphone.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he answers and then I do the decent thing and eavesdrop.

"What Tammy?" He groans, already annoyed.

I stifle a giggle and he shoots me a look.

"Why do you want to know where I am?"

"Actually no, I'm not your responsibility"

"I'm not being difficult, I just don't see why you need to know where I am"

I devilish thought drops in my head and I smirk. Ethan's eyes widen and he shakes his head, silently warning me.

Instead, I do this "Ethan, I don't understand this equation" loud enough for her to hear over the phone.

I chuckle as Ethan face palms and Tammy's voice increased over the phone.

"Yes I'm at Dylan's house and I don't see how that's a problem"

He laughs incredulously, "you don't have a say in what I do and where I go Tammy when will you understand that?"

"You know what? Bye"

He groans, "yes I'll pick you up for dinner on Friday."

Then he hangs up.

"Really Dylan?" I chuckle, "sorry, couldn't help it."

"What was that all about" I ask curiously.

He sighs and runs his hands through his dark hair, "Tammy feels like she has some kind of claim over me and its annoying as hell"

"Then why do you still hang around her so much"

He shrugs, " I have no choice, our parents are business partners and we've known each other since we were little. Our mothers want us to get married and all that stuff but its so frustrating. I have to hang with her every time there's an event like the one on Friday I'm picking her up for and that happens a lot. In conclusion, she thinks we are together, I insist we are not" he finishes.