pretend | e.d

chapter seven

I stared at myself in the mirror, ready to transform myself, ready for what I was now told was a meal out. It's safe to say that I was pretty anxious, but of course I put on my brave face. Something I always have to do, I was taught no other way.

I reached for the bottle of foundation, applying it onto my face with a beauty blender. I'd always loved doing my makeup, I just never had the money, or time. But right now, I had time, and I had a purpose.

I ran the lipstick along my lips, the red colour completely topping off the look I created. I felt quite pleased with what I'd done, and having already curled my hair, I knew I was ready. I quickly grabbed the black dress that was hanging on the door, slipping off my old clothes and sliding on the small black outfit, looking at myself closely before letting a sigh escape my lips. I reached down, slipping my feet into the heels while grabbing my phone, making sure it was fully charged before opening the door, heading towards the living room where the boys were patiently waiting.
I anxiously approached them, my heels clattering against the wooden floor, making them both snap their heads in my direction. I saw Grayson first, who looked at me for a split second, before looking at his brother. That of course, made me look at him, our eyes instantly connecting like magnets. He never averted his gaze from mine, not even for a second, as he gently bit his lip, breaking the trance to look me up and down. I felt so nervous under his gaze, something I never feel with anyone. I used to want everyone to look at me like that, to admire me and think I was gorgeous. But when Ethan does it, it makes me weak, it makes me want to melt away. But I can't feel that way, Skylar Maisy Watts cannot have emotions, according to everyone around me.

Suddenly, Grayson cleared his throat, grabbing Ethan's attention and mine. I blushed a little and looked down when I realised how long we'd been in trance for, smiling at Grayson a little as I walked towards the door, waiting for Ethan to come with. As soon as he stood up, my heart race picked up, just looking at his outfit and how perfect he looked, made my heart thump at an unsteady rate. Nobody, besides my past boyfriend, has ever had that affect on me. And the thing is, we're not even together. As soon as we exit this apartment we are, but as soon as we're ‪out of the view of his ex or anyone in relation with her, I'm just some girl he picked up at a diner, no matter how much I know he treats me like I'm his friend. I'm no one to him, and I never will be.

" you look gorgeous, Skye " Ethan said barely above a whisper, looking as if he meant every single word.
" not too bad yourself " I chuckled, his hand sliding onto my lower back as he led me out of the apartment, and into the hallway.
The feeling of his cold skin against mine sent goosebumps all over my body, while my mind clouded with thoughts.
I'm doing the one thing I told myself I'd never do. Liking someone in general, was off limits, but liking a guy I met the night before in a diner, was out of the equation completely. Part of me believes that it's just me being me, loving the affection that I've always secretly craved, and that as soon as another guy wants to give me attention, I'll jump... but the other part, is shouting at me, screaming that I need to let myself melt. I built myself up, and maybe now it's time that the walls come crashing down.

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