Secrets // Ethan Dolan

29. Fancy Seeing You Here

Chapter 29, Fancy Seeing You Here

How can I not have anything to wear? My eyes were scanning through my closet, looking for an outfit to wear. The party was tonight, in 2 hours to be exact, and I was still standing here, dressed in sweatpants and an oversized shirt I found somewhere laying on a pile of clothes.

I had tried on thousands of outfits throughout the week, not ruling any piece of clothing out. I had tried jeans, skirts, shorts, skorts and don't even get me started on all the different types of blouses that I had laying in my closet. But nothing felt right.

I wanted to stand out, make Ethan notice me the minute that I walk in. But that wouldn't happen if I went in sweatpants!

I dove in, again.

I was on a mission. And I was going to succeed.

Half an hour later, I had combined three outfits together. The first one was simple, but seductive. I smirked. It was basically just a pair of tight fitted, black jeans combined with a cut out, creamy white top. I would throw a jacket over it and probably pair it up with some jewellery.

The second outfit was a little bit more cool, badass looking.

The outfit consisted out of multiple pieces, thrown over each other. First, there was a brown corduroy skirt with buttons all down the front. The top that I chose out was a loose fitted, black top, that was going to be tucked in the skirt. On top of that, I was thinking of wearing my black, leather jacket.

The last outfit was way out there, way beyond my comfort zone. This probably wouldn't be it, but I liked to have it as a choice.

It was a little black dress. What more do you need to know? The dress was pretty short, but it was short in a good kind of way. It had straps going over my chest which made it kind of sexy.

I wasn't really feeling the sexy kind off vibe that much. The sexy is for another time.

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Do you know the feeling when your hands are trembling and you can't even swallow because your mouth is so dry? The feeling that your heart can jump out of your chest at any given moment. I was so nervous that I could faint.

And that was all because of one goddamn stupid boy.

It's weird, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was lingering in the back of my mind every second of every day. The first thing that popped in my head when waking up in the morning was his face, his smile, his eyes. I thought about him so much that I couldn't focus properly anymore on all the other things that were important.

He did that to me and I still don't even know him that well.

So I just sat there, in my mothers' car, staring ahead of me. My mom sat beside me and she kept talking about how I would have so much fun. That it had been a while since I went to a party. That I was growing up to become the woman she would love me to be.

And I would smile at her and talk about how I couldn't wait for my future to develop. If I could stop thinking about him and how he would look at me when I would walk through the door.

I need to pull myself together.

My body moved without me needing to think about it. I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and opened the car door, letting the warm air escape into the cold night. Shivers were immediately sent down my spine. I didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of the fact that I would face Ethan in less than a minute.

Before I even knew what I was doing, my hand reached the door knob and turned it causing it to open the door. The loud music immediately infiltrated my ears, making my body bounce along with the bass. Hundreds of bodies were dancing on each other, rubbing parts together that made me wanting to close my eyes.

I would never dance like that.

I stood in the door opening a little longer, taking in the event in front of me. All these people, drunk of their minds, met new people as the night escalated. New romances were formed and old romances were left behind.

I came back to reality as someone pushed me to the side, letting themselves in.

I should probably find Hannah, I thought as I started walking towards the kitchen. Knowing Hannah, she would be in there, judging everybody who was dancing, drinking or just being themselves really. Hannah would always find a way to judge people. And what would be a better place than the kitchen, where there is a lot of food?

Exactly.

As I was already expecting, Hannah was sitting on top of the kitchen counter with a bag of potato chips in her hand. She was laughing with something happening in the corner, but knowing her, it wouldn't be something that I would want to see. Probably two people sucking face or worse.

Probably worse.

"Hey Hannah." She turned around and her smile grew even wider.

"Katie! I'm so happy to see you. I thought you were never going to show up."

I smiled sheepishly, "I was kind of nervous. You know why."

"I do." She winked at me. "He's in the backyard if you were wondering."

"I wasn't." A laugh escaped my mouth, making it clear that I was indeed wondering. "Okay, maybe I was. But I need a drink first. I can't go up to him like this." I gestured to myself with my hand.

"Girl, you look hot. That skirt really suits you." A slight blush crept upon my cheeks.

I blush easily okay. Someone can literally just look at me and my cheeks will turn as red as Hannah's dress.

"I waited for drinks until you got here. I was very lonely, you know. But I had fun. Those two," She pointed somewhere behind me, "have been sucking face and feeling each other up ever since I got here. It's amusing."

God, I wish I hadn't seen that.

Hannah pushed a drink in my hands. I could already smell what it was.

Vodka.

It reminded me of the night that Ethan found me and brought me to his house to take care of me. It also reminds me of everything that I told him. I hadn't really thought about that anymore, about the fact that Ethan knew my darkest secrets. I still didn't know anything about him.

I drank it all at once, seeing that it wasn't that much and I had experience with vodka.

"That was the last one. I'm sticking to beer for the rest of the night." I said, not wanting to relive that night.

Hannah nodded but took the whole bottle with her anyway. For when you need good luck, she said.

I don't need good luck. I've got myself and my self-confidence and who am I kidding. I definitely need another shot.

The cool air greeted me. In the garden, there were approximately the same amount of people, but there was more room than inside, so it looked less crowded. Which was nice. I felt less claustrophobic.

I spotted Ethan immediately. The second that my eyes met his, my heart melted and my cheeks heated up. That boy did some serious damage to me.

He looked so handsome tonight. He was wearing black, skinny jeans that made him look tall. A dusty pink sweatshirt consumed his upper body. I was normally not very fond of the color pink, but on him, it looked like the prettiest color in the world.

But then again, he could pull of anything.

A smile grew wider on his face as he kept his eyes locked in mine. I wasn't going to be the one to look away first. Ethan kept on talking to his friends, I think they were called Jack and Aaron. I had seen them around some time.

"Stop staring at each other like that. I can literally see the tension in the air. Jeez." Hannah rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Wait! Where are you going?" My voice was desperate.

"I'm going to sit on that bench," she pointed behind her, "And watch you conquer your loved one." A smirk appeared on her face before she took off, almost running.

"Katie." I turned around and was met with the most beautiful eyes. "Hey." Ethan smiled his billion dollar smile. I think my heart stopped. Again.

"Oh, fancy seeing you here." I smiled.