"Thanks, Ethan," I say, taking the Plan B from him and walking back to the elevator.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go with?" He asks, a little concerned.
"No, I'll be fine." I give him one last hug. "Stay in the parking lot. I'll be out in a sec." then the elevator doors close.
As soon as they open again, I run to the hotel room and open the door before shutting it again. "Well?" Tyler asks, looking at me expectantly. I hold up the pill packet and he nods before tossing me a bottled water. "Does he know?" Tyler asks as I pour some water into my mouth and pop the pill (I tried 😂😂😂😂). I shake my head and swallow before looking up at him and throwing the packet onto the bed.
I sit on the bed and drink the water. The tension between us is strong now and almost unbearable. The only good thing is that I've taken the pill and I'm actually dressed. I had Tyler go get me a jumper and some sweats early this morning so I had something to wear.
I stand up, pulling my shoes on. "Andrew...." Tyler starts but I raise my hand to silence him.
"I'll see you at home." I grab my purse and walk to the door, opening, stepping out, and without looking back, shutting it. I walk to the elevator and get in it again.
The doors close and then open a minute later. Ethan's standing in the lobby, he waves when he sees me. I wave back but walk quickly to the door. He follows me and I get in the passenger side of his car. He gets in the driver's seat.
He starts the car and the only sound for a long time on the way home is the Fall Out Boy playing quietly through the speakers.
"Andrew," Ethan breaks as we turn a corner.
"What?" I keep my eyes out the window.
"Am I gonna ever know who this guy is?" He asks.
"No." The radio clicks off and I stare harder outside.
"Why not?" He makes another turn.
"Reasons," I answer.
"Andrew, please," he tries again.
"Shut the hell up!" I scream. "Just shut the fuck up and let it go!"
He gets quiet.
"A-" he starts again but stops himself as he turns onto my street. I watch his eyes look over and he pulls the car over, just a house away. He quickly grabs my forearm and pulls it to examine it. "Andrew, why are your wrists so red?" He asks, examining farther.
It's only now that I remember the bonds I was in last night. And it's only now that I see that my wrists are red. I pull away quickly, embarrassed.
"What happened?" His green eyes show a very concerned look.
"Uhm...." I take a long pause. I trust Ethan with the life of me. Should I tell him? No. I'll just lie. "We went to get my stitches taken out last night and they had to tie my wrists down cause I couldn't stay still."
"You got your stitches out the other day. Just tell me the truth." He starts again.
"Uhm...." I look out the front window and sigh. "The guy got a little.... kinky," I finally spill.
"It was Tyler," he says, straight faced.
"What made you think that?" I defend immediately.
"How defensive you're being, a. And b, Tyler's a little known for.... using bonds on girls," Ethan explains.
"On girl-za?" I look away. "There's been enough for a za?"
"Why are you getting upset about it?" He nudges me.
"No reason." I cross my arms over my chest.
"Oh my god. Andrew. No!" He looks at me in disbelief.
"What?!" I look back.
"Andrew! You can't!" Ethan yells.
I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt, open the door, and get out. I slam the door shut angrily and stomp the rest of the way to my house. I angrily stomp up the driveway and through the front door.
"Hello, sweetie!" Mom says. I look at her on the couch. She's sitting sideways and her legs are laid across Rick's lap.
"Hi," I give a quick wave before running upstairs and into my room. I run quickly to my laptop and turn it on. I pull my headphones on my head and quickly click on the music Tyler gave me. I smile as the beautiful track plays in my ears.
A tap on my shoulder makes me jump and scream in my seat. I push the headphones off and turn around and look at Tyler. He rubs the back of his neck. "Can we talk?" He looks stressed. I nod and he sits down on my bed. I get up and sit next to him. He grabs my hand in his and looks into my eyes softly. "Listen.... what happened last night wa-"
"It's okay, Tyler," I say.
"Andrew it's never happened to me before. I've never gotten so lost as to forget that detail," he says softly. I will admit that my heart flutters a bit when he says he's never gotten so lost in any girl.
"Tyler?" I look up into his ice blue eyes. He raises his eyebrows in question. "Do you love me....?" I ask. His eyes advert down immediately and, at this, the silence grows even more silent if possible. I lay my hand on his shoulder and reach over. I pull his chin gently with my fingertips so he looks at me.
I see a tear roll down his cheek and I reach up and wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. He lays his head farther into the palm of my hand. I raise my other hand and run my fingers gently through his curls before pulling his forehead to mine. I slightly ruffle my fingers in his soft brown hair and close my eyes.
For what seems like the longest time, we just stay in this position. Our foreheads together, our fingers twisting in each other's curls.
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Hey! So I'm really sorry about not updating. This weekend got a little crazy and writers block decided to take over like the douche it is. But I had a lot of fun this weekend and now that I'm on my way to school.... wish me luck.
Yeah my mom took me Black Friday shopping with my best friend Alana (Hi, Alana!!!!) and we went to Hot Topic and picked out shirts 😂😂😂😂 AND WE DONT EVEN GET THEM TILL CHRISTMAS!!!! Granted, Alana would've gotten hers. I just told mom that it was unfair 😂😂😂😂
And so like I've been like BEGGING for my very own laptop since I was a kid and like we went to BestBuy and my mom and her boyfriend got themselves a laptop. And like I died a lot inside. And what's worse? They made me take it out of the box and packaging and everything and plug it in.
Like wow thanks mom for reminding me that I'll never get my own fucking laptop till I buy it by myself even though Logan got his own laptop. I MAY BE A MIDDLE CHILD BUT I HAVE FEELINGS AND YOU KNOW LIKE FUCKING WANTS!!!! Plus I'm the good kid. I'm like the only one (aside from my 8-year-old sister) that hasn't smoked pot, had any sexual relations (yeah, believe it people 😂😂😂😂), been to a party, or really even drank. SO WHERES MY FUCKING LAPTOP
Okay yeah. I'm done ranting cause I know y'all are done listening (or reading?). So I don't have any lyrics right now but like I'll just put a picture of my ugly ass face 😂😂😂😂 maybe that'll scare the shit out of y'all. That should be my punishment. Posting my fugly face in the next chapter, eh?
Yeah.
Anyway....
I love you lovelies so much!!!! Stay sweetous!!!! *smooches*
THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING THIS CHAPTER!!!! IF YOU LIKED IT PUNCH THAT VOTE BUTTON IN THE FACE LIKE A BOOOOSSS!!!! AND I WILL SEE ALL YOU LOVELIES....
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