The Small Café: A Crankgameplays/ Ethan Nestor Fanfic

Part Seven: Tweeting

The next day, I was sitting in class early. My ankles were crossed, but I slouched. Grasping at the laptop I started to open it, waiting for the blue light to shine on my face. When suddenly I was interrupted.
"How's it going," the voice paused. I looked up, my eyes studied the man. Was Brock his name? I wasn't sure.
"Wait what's your name?" His friends entered from behind him. I opened my mouth to respond, but got cut off, "oh right no one knows because you don't talk."
His friends laughed. Brock continued, "oh but you know who does know you, Ethan."
My eyes widened, and my face turned red. I started to stutter, "w-w-w-what?"
They all started laughing again. My face burned up even more, tears fought at the back of my throat.
"And you know what he said?" My mouth widened again, " he said you had a follower. That isn't good, I mean it would ashamed if he spread it."
I was confused now, "what?"
They snickered, "see for yourself," he held his phone in front of my face. My eyes adjusted to the light. I saw a tweet.
Ethan's tweet.
It read: Ay if anyone is looking for a girl by the name Rosalie. She's in LA and goes to LA city college.
My heart dropped. My eyes were watering.
"Not so perfect Ethan now is he?" They all laughed and smirked as the group left.
I was left in shock, my body froze.
How many people saw that? Is he coming for me?
I couldn't answer these, I was stuck. Frozen. Shocked. I could barley breath.
Time passed as I stood still. People started coming in. One of them being Ethan.
His brown hair bounced and he plopped down beside me.
"Hello," he acted as if nothing happened.
My face stayed that angry, bitch-face way, until he tried to talk to me again. This time with more concern.
"Hello?"
I shot him a glare.
"What's wrong?"
I started to snap, "oh so you don't know? How could you not know?"
Confusing snapped on his face.
"You don't remember tweeting about my location, specifically after I said someone was coming to find me?"
Ethan's face made a surprised face, it quickly turned to sorrow, "Rosalie, I can't get into my Twitter. It got hac-"
"Save it," I turned back forward, tears close to falling. My hoodie wiped them away. "I don't need excuses, I understand you're just like everyone. Waiting to hurt someone. Waiting to make someone feel like shit. Waiting to possibly ruin someone's life. No no it's okay." I stood up, "I understand," my legs moved to a different seat. A seat by itself.
The bell dismissed us. I got up immediately, and started to leave. As I was leaving, people whispered and pointed at me. Talking about me like I didn't notice. Like I was never there. I started to speed up.
It's all his fault. It's all my fault. Yes, it's my fault for letting my stupid brain trust and like someone. This is why I don't talk to people. I'd much rather handle this myself. I'd much rather die alone than get hurt like this a billion times.
Tears were pouring fast, and my hoodie couldn't soak it enough.
I want to go home.

(A/N I FEEL LIEK A HUGE JERK FOR LEAVING THIS STORY IM SORRY I WAS CATCHING UP WITH SCHOOL FIRST AGH I AHTW MYSELF SORRY)