❀ Saving the Flower Boy ❀ // ↠ CRANKSEPTICEYE ↞

❀ Fourteen ❀

(A/N: I've decided that when Jack and Ethan re-dye their hair, they will both return to natural colours cause idgaf)
❀ Ethan's POV ❀
My head snapped up quickly, due to the sudden noise.
"Who's that?" The newcomer asked, pointing a long ass finger at my face.
"I'm Ethan, Ethan Nestor..." I introduced myself quietly.
"So, another dumb Faggot to join the rest of them." The boy sniggered.
Jack looked just about ready to knock him out, so I simply flipped him off and he growled.
"Cya Fags!" He called over his shoulder, before sauntering off.
"What a c**t!" I exclaimed. Everyone nodded.
"That's Callum for you, I guess." Mark explained.
I tilted my head to one side. 'Who the fuck?'
Jack must've seen my confusion, so he growled.
"Callum Greenwood. The biggest bully here, after Sam, Nathan and Jaxon." He explained.
Well shit...
"Hey Seán, could you help me out for a sec?" Felix asked. He looks like he's about to break his phone.
"Yeah sure, just gimme a second to get up!" Jack replied, confusing me.
"Seán? Is that your name?" I asked him.
He nodded gently. "Yeah it is. Jack's a nickname that people call me."
I mentally face palmed, for not knowing that.
I soon noticed that everyone was staring at me awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. "Is there something in my teeth?"
They all just pointed to Jack, who couldn't help Felix until I got off his lap.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, hold on!" I rambled in apology, sliding off of Jack's lap.
He stood up and smiled down at me (He's quite tall), and walked over to Felix.
Phil stood up from his place at the table and slid over to where I was (Sliding into them DM's, Philly) and loomed over me.
I'm only 4'9 (My body struggles to co-operate with me), so Phil was basically a fucking tree compared to me.
"Hey Ethan, could I talk to you for a sec?" He asked. I nodded.
We walked over to the Men's bathroom, where I guess all the magic happens.
(Puh-Leeze, it's not THAT kind of High School)
Phil leaned on one of the sinks, and lit a cigarette, making me gag.
"Sorry Ethan! Are you not used to smoke?" He asked worriedly.
"Nah, it's fine. What did you need me for?" I replied nonchalantly, despite not being able to breathe in this atmosphere.
"I wanted to know if Dan has said anything at all?" He questioned. I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh come on! You need to be specific, Lester!" I teased. He simply rolled his eyes.
"I meant, you know..." He leaned closer.
"About, me maybe?"
I giggled. "You guys are adorable. He likes you, Phil! And by the sounds of things, YOU like DAN!" I fangirled.
Phil leant back to where he was originally, putting out his cigarette before smirking.
"Fuck yeah I do!" The Punk said smugly. "And you aren't getting with him, understood?" He demanded. I flinched slightly, before shrugging it off.
'Maybe he's just being overprotective of Dan, because he really likes him. He doesn't hate ME, right?'  I pondered.
He suddenly grabbed my chin and forced him to look up at him. He was over 6 feet fall, for fucks sake! Like I wasn't intimidated by him!
"I asked you a FUCKING QUESTION!" He yelled. I began to tear up. He loosened his grip and I dropped to the floor.
"Oh Fuck! Ethan, I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened to me, I just started to get overpro-"
That's all I heard...
Before everything went black.