Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 14

Your POV

There was nothing to do New Year's night as you sat in your room with your tv playing a random movie.

Okay, maybe it wasn't a 'random' movie.

It was The Notebook. The saddest love story you've ever seen in your entire life.

It's only been a week since you left Ethan in the hospital room, killing the glint in his eyes - the smile on his precious lips faltering as your shoes land softly on the floor, but it felt like you've been missing him for ages.

Your mind had pestered you for quite a while now, wondering whether his hand was broken or not. You figured he would have texted you. Called you. Showed up spontaneously, carrying a boombox on his shoulder.

"I've been watching way too many romance movies" you sigh, turning off the movie before scrolling through your snapchat.

There were a few girls from your school. Ethan does homeschooling, but it's been Christmas break for about three weeks, so you two have been spending your time at the gym. However, in the last week you haven't gone at all.

"Party at Mia's!" Someone shouts in their snap as you tap on it, noticing it was Blake.

He wasn't a very popular kid, but he was part of the basketball team. "330 Langton Boulevard" he screams, a red cup in his hand. "Be there!"

You tap out of the snapchat and smirk to yourself, the idea of partying played in your mind. You needed to get out of the funk that losing Ethan has put you in. You reply to him quickly, saying you'll be there.

Your heart jumped in your chest as you quickly stood, running to your closet. This was the most you've moved in a couple days.

There was a sudden knock on your door, the squeaking of the hinges rang through the room as your Dad walked in. "Hey, Honey. What are you up to tonight?"

You stay silent, still not up for conversation. He destroyed your relationship with Ethan. It may not have been an official one, but it could've been.

"Going out" you say coldly.

He sighs from the door as you rummage through your closet, hoping he would just leave. "We need to talk about this" he says, referring to the cold shoulder you've been dishing out for a week.

"There's nothing to talk about. I had a love life and you destroyed it. Thanks dad" you reply sarcastically, grabbing a form-fitting black dress from your hanger before throwing it on your bed.

"You're wearing that" he asks. His tone was discerning and judgemental.

"Yes."

You grip a pair of strappy heels and place them on the floor by your bed. "Just don't do anything dumb tonight" his voice was defeated, like he was tired of trying.

"No promises" you spit. It was like venom off your tongue.

He sighs and closes the door as he walks out, leaving you with the frozen silence you had given him. It was too quiet for your liking. You paired your phone with your bluetooth speaker and played 'Ride' by TwentyOne Pilots.

It was a good song to get some feelings out without being sappy and sad. A little blurb sound came from your phone as a Snapchat notification. You let it go, until another one sounded.

You huffed and glanced at them.

Snapchat
Blake Andrews, Ethan Dolan

Your heart dropped when you saw his name. It was surreal. The one night you figured you'd get him out of your head and he pops up on your screen, allowing all the feelings flood back.