Love to Hate You • E.D.

twenty four

"Ana?" He asks with much surprise.

"Hey, is-"

"He's somewhere around here." Grayson cuts me off, letting me in the house. He jogs back up the stairs, and now it's time to search for Ethan. After about three minutes, I found him.

Oh, I found him alright. I found him and I was as mad as a rabid dog.

There he was in the laundry room with Andrea straddling his lap, and her tongue was practically down his fucking throat. His back was to me, but she could see me just fine. And when she did, she smirked evilly before kissing all over his jaw while he murmured things to her I couldn't understand. I looked for his hands. They were planted on her ass, and I nearly vomited, I swear.

She wasn't even pretty.

Wait, did I seriously just think that? Oh, who gives a fuck. I didn't care who knew it, I would stop at nothing to get him back.

"Baby doll why did you-" I opened my mouth to gasp, but nothing came out. Andrea had stopped kissing him to look at me, and Ethan wondered why. Her legs were still wrapped around his torso, and tears welled in the corners of my eyes.

Baby doll. Are you fucking kidding me? That was mine. He told me he had only ever called me that, and I fucking believed him. Finally, he looked behind him at me. Directly into my watery eyes. Right as I'm ready to turn on my heel and walk out, Ethan pushes Andrea off him, hurrying to get any contact with me possible. I stand my ground, and when he is standing in front of me, I see how his lips are swollen.

Swollen from someone's lips that aren't mine.

"Babe I can ex-"

"Don't babe me you fuck." I hiss at him, my tears now fueled by anger.

"Ana ple-" I shove past him before he can even begin.

Ethan chases after me grabbing at every inch of me. Everytime I rip free. I don't want his tainted hands on any part of my body, not after what I just witnessed.

"Please Ana, please sto-" I spin around and as I do my hand grabs momentum, enough to make a loud snap as it collides with his face.

He staggers backwards cupping his cheek, and I'm finally able to make my getaway.

Tears are streaming down my face as I rush to my car. I'm shaking, and I can hardly breathe. I knew he was a douchebag, I knew he was a fuckboy, but yet the sight of him with someone else, with her, shattered my heart into a million pieces. I'd given him everything yet he just handed it off to someone else in an instant.

I got into my car, now choking on my sobs, and before I could close the door an out of breath Ethan ran and stood right in between me and the door.

"Don't fucking say anything," I coldly say through the gritted teeth.

"It's my turn to talk. I love you, okay, I do. I love you so much that I can't stand it, and it hurts so fucking much seeing you with someone else, and I have never felt this way about anyone. But you hurt me, and I know I've hurt you too, but let me tell you this Ethan Dolan, I will not be your toy, or your little slut. You need to get your shit together if you want to keep me, and dammit I really want to keep you." By now, I've got my finger jabbed at his chest, and I've started crying. His mouth is open as if he wants to say something, but nothing will come out.

All of a sudden, Andrea is standing on the front lawn, scowling. I look over his shoulder and position myself in my seat, pulling my seat belt across me.

"I think your whore wants you."