Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 8

Ethan's POV

There's a fight tonight between me and some guy. Simmons.

Word is, he fights dirty.

Low punches and grabbing. I guess that's what they teach you in the south side of Jersey.

Fred told me not to go all in during the first few rounds, because that's what Simmons will do. But i've never fought that way. You have to wait-out your opponent, wear them down and then fire back as much as possible.

"I'm gonna head off and we will meet back here around four, alright?" Fred asks me.

I wipe the sweat from my face with a towel and nod, "alright. Meet you back here at four" i agree, glancing over at the stair climber where Y/n was working out.

My chest began to tighten, and my thoughts began to darken shortly after the door slammed closed.

The soft curve of her hips wrapped around my mind. My fingers grip the grey towel harder, making the yarn of it rub harshly against my palms.

She grips her hair behind her head, re-doing her ponytail. I can just barely see her face in the mirror ahead of her, where her exhausted complexion had hair sticking to it until she pulled it back into the up-do.

She turns off the stairclimber and heads to the far left wall to the weights, not paying attention to her surroundings. She has headphones in, drowning out any other sounds. Like me, walking toward her.

Her phone was unlocked on the music App so I paused the music and she immediately whipped the earbud out of her ear, a cute rage on her face, "what the hell, Ethan?"

She huffs and comes back to me, picking up her phone. "What" i ask innocently, laughing a little as she angrily looks for a new song. "There wasn't another way for me to get those pretty eyes to look at me" i tell her, capturing her attention almost immediately.

"Pretty eyes, huh?"

I nod, confirming my thoughts with her. "Gorgeous."

"You're full of shi-" She gets cut off by me swinging the towel around the back of her body, pulling her closer to me than before.

Her breathing patterns were fast yet soft, matching mine almost exactly. "What was that? I couldn't hear you all the way over there" i smirk.

She tucks her phone into her pants waistband and rests her palms on my bare chest, "i said you're full of it, Dolan."

My smirk spreads into a smile. "Yeah, well... the roles could be switched" i say, knowing this next statement could go either way. Creepy, or sexy as hell.

"Oh yeah? What could i be full of?" She asks, her eyes staring up into mine innocently. She knew what she was saying.

My lips are mere parcels from hers, "me." And i capture her lips with my own, dropping the towel to replace it with my hands, pressing her lips closer to my own.

She let out a small gasp, only urging me to do more.

We both know this is wrong. We both know that her dad would kill us, but it's a little worth it. There was never a time when i wanted to disobey Fred until now.

She is definitely the best damn distraction i could've ever picked.

"Ethan" she mumbles when she pulls away, her hands softly resting at my sides, "you can't be distracted right now. You have a fight tonight."

"I know" i tell her, "that's why i need a distraction."

I grip her pony tail, pulling her head back a bit to expose her collarbone to my lips. I suck lightly, nibbling on the skin. The mix of salt and sweetness of her skin invaded my mouth, while a sigh leaves hers.