"Good night,"
"Night mom,"
I closed the door and locked it. I waited to hear for her door to close. As soon as she did so. I put on my vans and went out the window. Ethan's car was three houses down. I walked and hugged myself as I did.
Ethan is five years older than me, I'm sixteen. Ethan is best friends with my dads friends son, whom also is the same age as Ethan.
It was at a barbecue on a Friday night. Ethan and I talked almost the whole night. Nothing happened, but I wish something did.
Ethan is what you call a man whore. Or what women who don't know his love life, would call it. He makes women sign a contract for them to become his. Hard for me to explain, but you know what I mean right.
Anyways I'm one of those women, except I'm not a women, I'm a lady. There's a difference in that. I've signed the contract two weeks ago and since then, nothing has happened.
The only things that's happened were make outs. And somewhere else, where my lips can also touch. Yes, I wanna have sex with Ethan, but is it bad, it's natural.
I'm a teenager with hormones, especially with Ethan. He's a very tall, handsome guy. Who owns a business with his twin brother, but if you ask me, I can tell the difference between them.
Besides, by the looks of it, Ethan seems more aggressive than Grayson. Other than that I wouldn't really know, again, I haven't had sex with Ethan. I want to though and I'm hoping, him calling me at night to come out, is worth something.
I opened the car door and got in. The heater was on, giving me small goosebumps. I looked over at him and he had a hoodie and some grey sweats. He had his hoodie on and he had messy, but good looking hair.
He took off his hoodie and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. He smiled and looked over at me.
"So, what's up?"
"Nothing, just wanted to see you. I didn't see you all day,"
"Well you didn't pick me up from school today,"
"I'm not your mom," He said chuckling
"Shut up, I know you wanted to," I said chuckling
The music was playing softly in the background. I turned, leaning my left shoulder on the seat. I looked at him and he turned to look at me.
"What?" He asked
"Nothing."
He chuckled and looked down at his phone, which kept buzzing. I looked out the window making sure Mr. Ross wasn't being a nosy bastard. I looked back at Ethan, he sighed and locked his phone.
"I have to cut this short,"
"It's only been like ten minutes,"
"Sorry, someone texted me, they need me,"
"Someone," I said leaning on my back, annoyed
I know who it was. It was the other girl, the girl I'm not suppose to be jealous of because this was all just a contract. The thing was, I am jealous, even more because Ethan hasn't done anything with me and it's driving me crazy.
"Yeah, sorry, but we can see each other on Saturday,"
"And just hang,"
"You okay?"
"No, yeah I'm okay. Totally okay,"
I was mad, more sad. Upset kinda. He wasn't seeing that I want him to do something with me, he's so goddamn blind.
