Intoxicated // Grayson Dolan

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"Ethan we're going to be late for our flight," I complained with the luggage dragging over my shoulders.

"Would you wait up," he grunted, "you left everything a mess, I'm always the one cleaning up."

Ignoring him I dashed to the car that was parked on the driveway, throwing the few luggage I had with me in the backseat. Flashbacks of fucking Celine came across my mind, nothing mattered, I just fucked with her for my own enjoyment. She really didn't even matter to me and so moving wasn't going to be a problem.

I would find a new girl to screw with.

In a few minutes Ethan came in the car with the left over stuff. He looked at me, not saying a word, I was assuming he was still upset with the whole Celine situation.

"So, uhm, are you just planning on not talking to me or something?" I questioned turning on the radio.

Instantly he turned off the radio off. I didn't want Ethan being mad at me, "bro I swear she's the one who had her hands all over me, I mean just look at me, who wouldn't?"

His eyes glared at me sharply and then turning back to the steering wheel, he wasn't planning on forgiving me anytime soon.

I guess if he wanted he could play his dumb and immature games, I wasn't going to be the one backing down, "I guess I'll not talk to you either."

The car ride to the airport was strange, too strange. Me and Ethan always were talkative with one another, and now ignoring each other couldn't be any weirder. I huffed kicking my converse on the seat. He had his head turned to the opposite direction from me, it was plain on immaturity.

"Ethan, who cares," I exclaimed. 

"I care, okay," he complained with anger raging in his eyes, "I hate the fact that I can't go out and date a girl without you ending up fucking her."

I rolled my eyes, "it's not like that, you're making this situation sound way worse than it actually is."

"Grayson, fine first off you don't even know the reason why I broke up with her," he said tears circling his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I started, "what happened, why don't you explain?"

"I still love her," he huffed, "I've always loved her and nothing will make that change."

"Celine said you're the one who broke up with her," I said with confusion, "why would you break up with a girl you are madly in love with it just doesn't seem to comprehend well."

"Yes, omg, I know I'm the one who broke up the relationship," he sighed, "but that wasn't my choice, there's a reason for everything and I just don't want to be reminded of this."

"Ethan, you need to tell me, you need to let it out," I said grabbing his arm for comfort, "I promise after you tell me what happened we won't ever need to bring it back up again."

Ethan gulped rubbing his hands together, "uhm, the thing is I can't mention this to anyone and I know you Gray, if I tell you I'm pretty sure you are going to do something not so bright and I don't want to risk it." 

"Ethan I know I can be quite an ass 99.9% of the time but I'm still your brother and I actually do really care about you deep down in my heart," I smiled.

He smirked, "Gray, uhm okay but you need to keep this between us."

I nodded, anticipated of what the real story was between the two of them.

"Okay, well it all started a month or so ago," Ethan started, "and well everything was going good until I saw her and the English teacher at the school getting too close. I had mentioned it to her and asked if anything was going on between them, she denied it and so I believed her. I never saw them making out or anything and I was her boyfriend so she obviously wouldn't do that to me. However, after people started saying stuff in the halls of Mr. Whitlock and Celine I got fed up so I invited her to like a dinner date to talk about it-"