Finally 18 (girlxgirl)

Chapter 41

"Ok..do not say a fucking word while we're in here," I say to Alex, slowly walking up to our- err..Ethan's..apartment.

"Why not?"

"I love you, but you will say the wrong thing and make this terrible for both of us. So do not say anything unless I grant you permission..GOT IT?"

"Ok," she shrugs, as I cup her face in my hands.

"I said don't talk."

"You asked me a question."

"Let's try this again," I sigh. "Do not say anything unless I grant you permission..GOT IITTTT?"

She nods and I kiss her lips, ringing the doorbell.

I hear footsteps coming towards the door.

I sigh and tighten my ponytail.

The door opens.

"..Cooper," Ethan sniffs.

"Hi," I say.

He slightly smiles and pulls me into a tight hug. I hug him back, making sure not to get too comfortable for Alex's sake. "Holy fuck, I was so worried about you," he says into my hair.

I nod as he looks over at Alex. "Heyy, Alex," he slightly smiles, opening his arms for a hug from her.

She smirks at him, looking away, rejecting his hug.

"..come in, guys," he says, walking back in. I wait for Alex to walk in, intwining our fingers. We walk over to the couch and sit as Ethan sits in the chair beside us.

"..soo..how are you?" he asks. "It's been what, three weeks?"

"..about five, six days."

"Of course," he half sniffs, half smiles.

"Did you get your car back?" I ask.

"Yeah..thank you," he says.

I nod.

"..I like your pajamas," he smiles. I look down. I do still have on pajamas. I'm clad in fuzzy magenta pajama shorts, and tight, plain dark gray t-shirt.

"Thanks," I nod.

"..I just have one question," he says.

I sigh, knowing exactly where this is going. "Ok."

"..why'd you leave?"

I glance at Alex, who looks surprisingly calm. I look back at him. "..I-"

"Was it something I did? Was I not enough for you?"

"No! No, not at all, I-"

"Did you just stop loving me or something..?"

"..noo, I-"

"Is there someone else?"

"..n-"

"It's Justin, isn't it? I fucking knew it, I was right to fuck him up," he says, his jaw tightening.

"..what?" I ask. "No, it's not Justin, what did you do to him?"

"Then who is it?" he asks, ignoring my question.

"..that's not your business."

"But it is, considering you walked out of our wedding to be with said person."

He deserves to know.

And I'm gonna tell him.

No, he deserves to know the full story.