Going back to school, being the following week after the last conversation I had with Ethan, was lonely.
Some people on the team told the coach that Ethan stole Hugh's bike and punched him; causing Ethan to apparently lose the last "streak" he had.
Hugh started it though.
Ethan and I haven't talked for a long while. We've barely even seen each other.
He no longer has to wake up early this week 'cause he was kicked out of school temporarily (I think) while I do.
He stays in his room all afternoon or goes out but we never manage to coincide. I have dinner at an earlier time considering I have to sleep early while he has it at 10p.m.
I miss him.
But I shouldn't.
I just wish he'd talk to me.
Why would he, though? I'm the one pushing him away constantly.
But he pushes me away too, I guess. Ugh.
I have been getting along a lot lately with Jason.
Hugh, however, keeps glaring at me whenever we cross paths through the hallways.
I am walking through the main hallway at school right now, processing this past week.
I've been handling all my lessons quite well, and it doesn't look like we're going back home anytime soon.
Out of nowhere, while crossing the bathroom, someone grabs me suddenly pulling me from my bag and covering my mouth and eyes.
I try to scream. Who the hell is taking me? Oh my God. No one is hearing me. My voice isn't getting out because of the person's hand. I try to bite the hand so that it'll let me go.
"Listen, bitch" Hugh hisses. I'd recognise his threatening voice anywhere. "Ethan has some fucking type of hold on you so if you don't wanna lose him, you are going to fucking act like my girlfriend."
What the bloody hell? His girlfriend? Why would he want that? DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE TO KISS?
"And if anyone finds out, all the Wembleys are going down. DON'T underestimate me. Got it? Love?" He says the last word grinning and imitating Ethan's accent. "Got it?" He spits once again, shaking my body.
All I manage to do is nod apprehensively.
"Good," He lets go as I turn around catching my breath to look at him. "Bye, Babe," He disgustingly kisses my cheek and leaves.
Fudge.
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The Unstereotypical Rich Girl
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