I Think I'm Falling....An Ethan Dolan Fanfic

Part 12

I know I haven't uploaded in a long time but I have fam shit going on so...

2 months later....

I passed him again today in the hallway and continued to look down. Honestly, I think he really forgot who I was. After all, I was just the tour guide. I wasn't anything to him. That and he had minor brain damage causing a tiny part of his memory, coicidentally from the time I had gotten to know him, to dissapper. It was saddening but also I knew it was for the best. I was protecting him. Helping him. "You thinking about him again," Jen asked me.

"It's hard to get over a friendship like that," I say hugging my textbook to my chest.

"Was it ever a friendship to begin with? You two barely knew one another," Jen stated matter of factly.

"That's true but we, him and me, connected so well," I say walking into homeroom and plopping down in a random desk. I turn around and see Ethan in a varsity jacket proudly showing the colors of our school: purple and white. He continued to look around briefly pausing on me. I quickly turned away. "You can't ignore him," Jen singsonged.

"Yeah I can watch me," I said flipping my hair.

"Watch who?" Ethan had slid up right next to me. With the same amount of intent of wanting to talk only ten times jerkier than he was before.

"Nobody," I say turning around. "Why would a varsity star talk to plain old me?" I mock confusion.

"Because you're ass is hot," he says fist bumping the guys behind him.

"Wonderful, you're an ass and a perv. What else is new?"

Grayson walked in and slid in the seat behind me tapping my shoulder. I smiled at him. "I'm sorry for him. The doctors are trying to make him remember. Maybe he just needs a push," he pleads with his eyes.

"No Gray," I start, "I told you I'm done with him. No ifs ands or buts. I was finally free from guilt and now he's popular instead of the weird kid," I say rolling my eyes.

"The doc says he needs all his memory or it could affect his brain permanently. You know you care Brooke. I know you do," he says genuinely.

"So what if I do huh? Ok I got him beat up. He would hate me. He would loathe me."

"He wouldn't. He stood up for you. Not a violent attack," Grayson tried to reason.

I turned around once again ending our routine conversation. Ethan tapped me on the shoulder.

"You know me?" he asks confused.

He might've just heard that entire conversation. Shit. "Yeah your the junior quarterback. And crazy smart," I say cooly.

Ethan frowns for a minute, like he's about to say something important. "Of course you know me," he scoffs.

I roll my eyes and turn my attention to the board and see that the word PROJECT is written in all capitals on the board. I hated projects. They were the death of me. Nobody ever wanted to pair with me because of the incident therefore I am technically forced to work by myself. Even when I was popular, I would always be the one doing all the work.

My teacher's footsteps approach the classroom and like a miracle, the rooms back in order. "Class, today is project day!" our teacher shouts. A seldom groan resonates around the classroom. "Don't be like that," my teacher scolds. "Today, I'm picking partners," he cheers. Another groan covers the classroom.

As my teacher starts assigning partners I can't help but wonder what would happen if I got partnered with Ethan. "Brooklyn, Ethan partners," my teacher announces.

"Sweet," Ethan grins to his buddies, "I have ass girl." I contain my fuming and boiling temper as I calmly turn around to him. "The names Brooklyn. People call me Brooke." He stares at my blankly. "I'm named after Brooklyn," I say searching for any expression. No? Ok then.

As the bell rings, I walk out of math and into lunch. Of course I get my lunch when big bully Jay covers my way. "Brookie, what's up?"

"Go away Jay," I say clearly annoyed.

"Make me," I hear him say back.

I swiftly dodge him and quickly run around him. As I continue to run out the door of the cafeteria, once again somebody was dumb enough to leave a banana peel on the floor. I swiftly jump over it and make it out without slipping on my butt. Unfortunately however, I still wasn't able to get rid of Mr. Dolan. He was caught on my sweater. Oh how wonderful! See my sarcasm? I didn't even realize he was chasing after me or rather being dragged by me until I made it out of the cafeteria and onto the concrete jungle. I thought of the loan bench when I felt Ethan coming up next to me.

"Damn you move fast," he said laughing. I realized then that his watch hooked onto my sweater. I was about to reach for it when he did it first. I notice the way his nimble fingers move. He carefully one by one picks out my sweater threads without stretching them and unhooks it from his watch. He briefly looks up at me. Our eyes lock and it's like time stopped. He grinned as he continued to unhook himself from my sweater. Soon he was done and I was free.

"Thank you," I breathlessly whisper.

"Pleasures all mine," he says tipping his  imaginary hat. I laughed.

"You're something else you know? Brooklyn right?" he asks.

"Yeah Brooklyn," I say.

"Tell me about your name," he says scooting closer to me with his elbow on the bench and his head resting on his hand.

"My name?"

"You know everybody got their name for some reason. My brother got his middle name because my mom thought that Gray was gonna be a girl," he says smiling. "What's your origin?"

"My origin?"

"Where did Ms. Brooklyn come from?"

"Well..."

And we talked for the rest of lunch. I told him once again about how my mom fell in love with Brooklyn and my dad there. I told him how my dad died. And he continued to listen. He said that Brooklyn was a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I blushed again. He told me about his family and his YouTube channel to which I admitted to watching, again. We didn't even talk about our project and he laughed at bleachers scenario. The wind was picking up and he even gave me his varsity jacket. "Keep it. I would want only you to have it." It was like my life was on repeat but this time it felt easier. It felt genuine. It felt right.