Not quite what I seem

Something is wrong with Ethan

9:54 PM.
Thursday, July 13, 2017

Dear potatoes:

So I'm assuming that you got your favorite snack, and your favorite drink, because you're going to need them. 

It all started out Monday morning at 5:12.

"Wake your ass up, Des," my sister said, pulling the covers off of me. I groaned, but still got out of bed. If I didn't all hell would break loose. I turned, and glared at my sister.

"Hey, don't give me that," She said pointing. "Ethan is going to be here in thirty minutes, so do everyone a favor, and take a shower."

That just made me glare at her more. God sometimes I swear, I hate my sister.

I left my room and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Fifteen minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom, with a towel covering my lower half. As I was walking to my room, my sister made a face at me.
" Hey, don't be hating because you don't have what I have," I said, smirking at her. She made a disgusted face at me, that caused me to chuckle.

I went into my room and got dressed in a black tank top, Covered by a blue, and green flannel, and baggy black jeans. I walked out of my room and met up with my sister. We were arguing about my clothing style.

"All I'm saying is that girls don't want to see your underwear, Des," She said, talking about the jeans I was wearing. 
"I wear what I want, woman," I said.

"I'm just saying-," She got cut off by the sound of knocking.

" I'll get it," I said. I opened the door, and there stood my best friend, Ethan.  His dirty blonde hair was a mess, and his beautiful blue eye's were blood shot. Even the clothes he was wearing were full of holes, tares, and stains.

He looked like shit.

"Are you okay? What happened," I asked.

"I'm fine, Dude. I didn't get much sleep last night," he said, shrugging.

I knew he was lying, but I didn't want to pester him, so I kept my mouth shut. If he wanted to tell me about it, he would. 

"Let's go. As much as I'd like to chat, we can't, or we're going to be late for school," Evon said. Me and Ethan nodded in response. 

We hurried out the door, and into Ethan's truck.

During the ride to our school, Ethan was oddly quiet. Usually me and him would make jokes, or pick on Evon. And when I did make a joke he wouldn't laugh.

Something's definitely wrong with Ethan, and I'm going to figure out what it is.

I got out of his truck, already getting glances from people, and when they noticed I was looking their way, they quickly turned around. Most people at this school were terrified of me, including the teachers.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, I turned around, and there stood a short, and skinny boy. He was about fifteen, obviously a freshman. He had black hair covering his ice blue eye's.

"Um, hi. I'm T-travis Cla-ark. I have chemistry with Ethan," he said shyly. "I-I b-borrowed some notes f-from himmm yesterday," he said holding out a notebook to me. I gently took it from him.

"Do you know what is going on with Ethan, Travis," I asked curiously. If anyone messed with my best friend, I'd kill them.

He shrugged, and shook his head no. "N-no, but duh-during last ow-hour he star-started loo-looking like a zom-bie. I thought th-that it wah-was ju-st fr-from P.E," he said.

Even I noticed that, but he assured me that he was fine, and that I was delusional . Now I know for a fact something was wrong with him, I just needed to know what it was.

"Thanks for your help Elvis," I said.

"I-It's T-Travis," he said.

I shrugged, because I didn't care. "I was close enough," I said walking away towards the double doors.

I spotted Ethan right away, putting things inside his locker, and taking some stuff out. I tapped Ethan on the shoulder. He jumped a little bit.

"Travis said to give you back your notes for chemistry," I said handing him his notes.

"Thank you, now go away," he said slamming his locker, and started to walk away, but I gripped his arm before he could.

Who the hell does He think he is, pushing me away like that?

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Look, can we please talk about this later," he asked. His eyes were locked on mine. They were filled with so much pain, and hurt. I didn't want to pressure him into telling me, so I nodded my head, letting go of his arm. "Fine, but meet me here next hour. Bye Ethan, " I said.