My gut clenched. What will I do? I try to back to when they taught us in school about harassment. Tell someone. It was all that came to mind. I had no one to tell. My gut clenched even more.
Ethan.
I will have to tell him, he's the only person I trust right now. My hands started to shake, my breath quickened. I didn't want to bother him. Thoughts flew through my mind, each leaving a scar.
He won't care. He doesn't know what to do. Why would he help.
I started to but my lip, debating everything. My thumbs twiddled back and forth, my toes tapping on the ground. The cold crisp air hit my face over and over again. My brain avoided the topic.
I'm cold.
Slowly I arose, clutching my bag, swinging it in my back. Pacing, my feet made their way to The Small Café.
Just as I went to open the glass door, my heart dropped. Ethan's here. I gulped down, but creaked the door open anyways. Although my legs wobbled.
The barista was a man this time. He has red hair gelled backwards, his blue eyes smiled at me, waiting for my order.
My voice was hesitant and stuttering, "I'll have a hot chocolate, and a shortbread cookie."
"Great," he said with his zeal voice, I liked him better than the girl in the morning.
I switched my order for the cash, and started to walk towards Ethan. Luckily, he caught my eye before I got to him. With a gently smile and wave, he called me over.
I didn't sit down beside him, instead I took a deep breath and starred down at him. My mind questioned my decision.
"May I talk to you somewhere more private," my voice squeaked out, "it's kinda personal." Rubbing the back of my neck, I gave him a small questioning smile.
"Sure," he stood up. Then walked out, me following closely behind, "what's up," he started, still walking towards the park I was just in.
"Well, I have a problem," I stopped for a moment and starred at his glowing green eyes, and perfect face, "a big one."(A/N MY SHOULDERS REALLY HURT HAHAHA, AND I DID PRETTY GUCCI ON MY TEST, BUT IM TIRED . I JUST CHOREOGRAPHED A 1:53 MINUTE DANCE HAHAHAHA IM TIRED)
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The Small Café: A Crankgameplays/ Ethan Nestor Fanfic
FanfictionA girl struggling with social anxiety and university gets approached by Ethan Nestor. She needs help to break out of her shell and live her life, will Ethan be able to help her?