chapter xxvi

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I feel absurd when seeing him with only one T-Shirt on and ripped jeans. I am wearing a coat with my grandmother's scarf and a sweater under that. I might be wealthy but my clothes sure aren't proving it. Pathetic.

"Aren't you freezing?" I shiver.

"Well I mean, all the girls tell me I'm quite hot—" He smirks as I let out a sarcastic laugh, raising an eyebrow. "I'm fine," He corrects. "Walk with me," He commands, already walking and not looking back, assuming I'd run after him. But I don't. I walk after him. That's different.

We start passing next to houses and chalets with huge gardens. This is quite the luxurious neighbourhood. I can't spot a single piece of trash on the floor. There's barely any black spots of stepped-on gum on the floor, and I didn't catch any glimpses of any type of vandalism. Birds tweeting are what stop the silence from filling the area.

"You still didn't answer my question," Ethan says, looking at me with no expression. "Why did you leave the house just now?" He repeats from earlier.

"Your mum asked me to. She's talking to Lily I think. What about you? Wait—" Logic suddenly enters my mind. "What the hell happened in there, Ethan?!" I exclaim, stopping at a halt and turning to face him.

"Lily was just mad and started throwing mum's cups at me," He utters as if it were the most normal thing there is. "She took two glasses at once and I- they fell on her." He says, looking at everything but me.

"Then why was she unconscious on the ground? And why are you out here too?" I ask nosily.

"Can we change the subject? I'm out here 'cos my Dad told me to leave, no biggy."

Sure Ethan, no biggy. Your girlfriend - well, now ex,- was bleeding laying unconscious  on your kitchen floor with broken glass surrounding her.
      No. Biggy.

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