After Dark || D.T.

SEVENTEEN.

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What would you do? If this was all happening too you. So much confusion. So many questions. No answers. I was on my own, but I wouldn't give up on this. It was too much. I needed to figure out what was going on. Now. 

I dried my hair since it was practically drenched and changed into my pajamas. I decided to sit on my bed and try to figure out what was going on. I took out my computer because the internet knows everything, right? 

I sat criss cross on my lavender sheets as some music from 'Lauv' played in the background quietly, settling my nerves. Not to mention the fact that my dad is gone again. Thank you Ethan for the clarification of that. 

I decided to go to 'Google' and try to get too the bottom of this. Think Valerie. Just think of everything that has happened in the past couple weeks. 

Flashback; first week of school. 

"And last but not least. Ethan. He never talks or does practically anything, unlike the others.  He's just really hot and just gives off an intimidating vibe. Especially if you make eye contact with him." -Linnea.

He's hot, 'awkward' too everyone else, and freakishly perfect. Thats not normal. Right..? 

Flashback; when we met.

"Hello. Im sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Ethan Dolan."

That one sentence that through my life off track.

Flashback; the eyes. 

His once dark brown hazel eyes were now a bright hazel, golden color. 

"Uh, your eyes. Did you put contacts in or something?" 

"Uhm. No. It might just be the, uh- lighting. Or something."

The stupid excuse for the bright, beautiful, changing eyes.

Flashback; the truck. 

He was hovering over me and had his hand in the side of the truck that was about to hit me. I couldn't process what happened. Did he just stop this truck..? No, he couldn't have. Right..?

I mean unless you're the hulk. Stop a truck with your bare hands is impossible. It still isn't making sense.

Flashback; the hands.

My heart skipped a beat. Literally. Skipped. A. Beat. Not from the 'electricity.' But from how cold they were.

Cold hands. Thats all I have too say. Colder than ice. 

Flashback; literally an hour ago when he was at my house. 

He flinched away so quick, like lightning speed. I couldn't find the words too describe it.