Love to Hate You • E.D.

twenty six

That next week at school was fucking hell for me. Especially when the end of the week rolled around, and everyone was hyped up for the end of season game that Friday night. I still had Ethan's practice jersey. On Friday during the day, for some reason, I was happy. I walked to and from my classes with confidence, wearing a pair of tighter leggings and a top that only reached the top of my pants. I felt amazing about myself, and I didn't care if people knew it.

"See you all on Monday!" My last period teacher smiles, taking off her glasses. We all file out of the classroom when the bell rings, everyone is eager for the football game except for me.

Everyone except for me.

I make my way across the parking lot interruption free. Once I've unlocked my car door I look up and see Ethan and Grayson standing beside their red jeep, alone.

They're completely by themselves, talking only to each other. Weird.

Ethan turns his head and he spots me, causing me to immediately duck into my car.

I start the engine, peeling out the parking lot without a second look in their direction. Regardless if I look at him I can still feel his eyes on me. The whole way until I'm out on the open road I feel incredibly vulnerable. It was pathetic that he still had this effect on me.

I make it home and not less than fifteen minutes later I hear a knock at my door.

If this was Ethan again I swear I'd never forgive him.

I make my way to the door, opening it cautiously. I'm surprised to see Cameron Dallas and Jack Dail on my doorstep.

"You two lost?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe my arms crossed over my chest.

"No, we followed you." Cameron answers.

"Why?" I spit, narrowing my gaze.

"Because we need to talk to you." Jack pipes out.

"I don't think there's much to be said." I cock my head to the side.

"Actually there's a lot that needs to be said and we're gonna fucking say it." Jack spits. I can see why him and Ethan are friends.

"Fine, but make it quick."

Cameron clears his throat.