ethan dolan imagines

badboy//four

my wattpad break didn't work:) i guess school is just shit to me so imma just continue writing my imaginations with ethan dolan.
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little long sorry

Your POV
after the ride we pull up to...a pizza place? "where are we?" i ask thinking that he was gonna take me somewhere else.

"pizza?" he says with a 'duh' tone.

"i thought we were gonna do some shit drug dealing or rob something," i say feeling so dumb. i feel my cheeks flush.

"you think that lowly of me? stereotypical badboy?" he says chuckling a little. i shrug feeling so embarrassed for being that way. well what do you expect because he acts as a school. he seems to have a different side outside of school. image?

"y-yeah kinda, sorry," i apologize.

"no need to, now lets get some food cause i'm actually really hungry," he says taking off his sunglasses. i quickly got lost in his eyes. hazel sparkly eyes.

he goes on his phone waiting for me to take off my helmet, and i almost forgot that i had one on. it's incredible how a pair of eyes can make me lost and forget what i'm doing.

i lift the helmet off me, feeling my hair move a little from the small gust of wind. i play and comb my hair, tilting my head. during this i felt his time stopping eyes on every movement i made with my body.

i turn my head to see him looking at me up and down. i feel my cheeks heat up but attempt to not let it show. instead i pull a strand of my hair behind my ears. "what?" i ask.

"n-nothing you just look good today," he stutters and makes a face that tells me he had no control of his words. i can tell he regrets saying that. but the way he stuttered caught me off guard. the awkwardness in his voice was so cute that got my blush to form.

"okay pizza," i say interrupting the silence, walking into the pizzeria, dragging ethan's hand behind me.

we immediately sat down and opened the menu quick. no chat between us yet until after we ordered our drinks.

we drop our menu and i prop my elbows on the table, even though that may be improper. i rest my chin in my hands. "so how was school?" i come up with trying to start something with him.

"um," he says propping one of his elbows on the table, resting the side of his face on his fist, squishing his face, looking too adorable. "i don't know." he shrugs.

the awkward tension was too much to handle. the thought that we met eachother today was just funny. i may have met him, but i'm already interested in him. he's different.

"i guess i met some idiot girl today, begging me to hang out with her," he begins, obviously talking about me. i feel my smile grow. "she's like 'we should be friends' and shit and i'm thinking 'why girl?'" he says laughing a little.

"is this girl...cute?" i ask with a small smirk.

"she's rather cute," he smirks, totally escalating everything to me. i feel my blush again, probably the third time i did this. why does his words affect me this way?

"oh really, she probably thinks your cute too," i say completely out of control of my words, as always.

"but no feelings," we both say in unison. we immediately lace eyes. we may have said 'no feelings', but i lied.

ethan's jaw clenched a little, and i press my lips together. the drinks come in and we both decided to share a pizza.

the pizza came quick actually and we dug in in a matter of seconds. the pizza was good, but ethan and i were playfully arguing about who's gonna take the last slice. he took it but it didn't bother me much.