Profit

six.

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I think Ethan and I both know we made a mistake.

Things haven't been the same between me and Ethan the past week.

We kind of cut off from each other, ended our communication.

It feels weird, but everyone seemed to have dropped the shit that went down beforehand.

I know Ethan and Grayson's relationship hasn't gotten any healthier, only worse. But I refuse to get back into the fighting. I stay away from the two of them, only talking to Grayson when I have questions or he needs something extra done.

I continue to go to my classes, come back, do my homework, and then my job and my job only. Nothing interesting has happened since.

Currently, I was getting ready for bed at the Dolan's. Homework has me up late, for example, tonight. I completed an essay that is due in two weeks, however, I only did so because there was little work needed for me today and I wanted to be available in the future when things did come up.

I'll look over it and edit it, but that's the least of my worries right now.

I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and changed into my pajamas before crawling into my nicely made bed I had done yesterday, I didn't sleep here that night.

I set my alarm on my phone and played my sleep playlist from my Spotify account.

My back to the door, I studied the view out of my wide window on the side of the wall.

"Kylie." Ethan said.

I rolled over to follow the voice I just heard. There he was. Standing in the doorway of my own room.

I turn back around to continue my gaze, "Hey," was the only word I could manage without stuttering with nervousness.

"We need to talk." His voice comes closer to my bed, indicating that he's walking towards me.

I refuse to turn around.

"There's nothing to talk about." I lie, trying to convince myself it's true.

"The kiss." He says after ten seconds of silence between us.

I sigh, telling myself it's finally time to talk about it.
I turn over to see him at the edge of my bed. My sheets rustle as I sit up and allow him room to sit with me on the bed.

He does willingly and I scoot over more, afraid to get drawn into those lips again.

"If you want to talk about it so bad, go ahead. But I think we both know it was a mistake." I admit, avoiding eye contact.

"A mistake?" He asks offensively.

"Well, like one of those caught up in the moment kind of things." I cover up.

He laughs, but I don't think in a good way.

"I kissed you because I thought there was something." He says quietly.

I look at him with sadness in my eyes. I didn't know he actually felt that way.

But I didn't admit what I was actually feeling, "There wasn't."