Love to Hate You • E.D.

twenty three

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. How I wished it was easy to wipe someone from your memory completely, but sadly, this is no dream world.

When I got home the night of prom, I won't be ashamed to admit that I sobbed. I sobbed to my hearts content, alone in the bathroom. I cried off all of my makeup that my mother carefully did for me, and I even cried over that. I kept stealing glances at my phone in hope that he would call or text.

How stupid and cliché.

Once I finally willed myself to take off the prom dress that Ethan must've spent nearly a thousand dollars on, I crawl under my covers in nothing but panties and a shirt. Specifically, one that he let me wear home one night. I never gave it back. I turn my tv on to some rom com on Netflix, hugging my body pillow in my arms.

After that night things weren't the same, but in a way they were. People continued to stare and whisper, Ethan continued to glance at me from time to time, with the occasional staring. I will admit I glanced too, I may have even stared. But as those minutes turned into hours, and those hours into weeks, it all started to die down. The whispering died down, people stopped looking, and one of those people was Ethan. It got to the point where we barely acknowledged each other. It wasn't easy, but the longer it went on the less it hurt.

That was until I saw him with Andrea.

It must had been three months or so and on a Tuesday afternoon after all the classes got out, I saw him coming down the hall in my direction, and he wasn't alone. His arm was draped over her shoulders, his fingers interlocked with hers. He smiled at her, and she smiled back before he planted a small kiss on her lips. She didn't even look at me as they walked right past.

No, that wasn't okay.

She couldn't even tell the twins apart and now she was hanging all over my Ethan. Ok, maybe he wasn't mine but he sure as hell wasn't hers. Nor would he ever be. I stormed to my locker slamming everything I could, and right as I turned to walk the rest of the hallway I collided with a firm chest.

Already pissed I raised my head ready to spit fire at whoever it was, until I realized it was Grayson. He looked stunned and before he could even mutter a syllable, I darted past him.

The whole way to my car I was fuming. I was able to get by these few months, but not this. Something about this just pissed me right off. But why? Why was I so pissed when he was the one who hurt me.

Did I really still care that much?

Maybe it was just the sight of him being happy after what he had done to me. Being so carefree with another fucking female.

Or maybe...

Just maybe...

Shit

I revved my car to life, speeding home. I knew what I had to do. I had had enough being hurt and running from it, it was time to face it. I wasn't about to let the love of my life get away.

The love of my life. That's what Ethan had become to me. It's the craziest thing in the whole fucking world.

Quickly, I tugged on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and Ethan's shirt, trying to make it look as cute as possible. I had never freaked out this much over a boy before, and I have to admit, it's a bit overwhelming. I apply a couple swipes of mascara and decide to put on some red lipstick, puckering my lips in the mirror for effect. Grabbing my purse, I head out the door without a word to my parents.

My heart is racing insanely fast the entire drive, and when I finally get there, I park, killing the engine. Looking at the house, I try to steady out my breaths. I get out of my car, lock it, and make my way to the door, knocking on it three times before someone opens it.

A disheveled Grayson.