"don't you think you should change, princess?" ethan asks when he found out what you were wearing to the mall. it wasn't that revealing, it was a crop top and his sweatpants, i even brought his hoodie if ever.
"no, why?" i ask back, eager to know why he wants me to change.
"well," he stands up from his seat and walks towards me, "you're showing your stomach," he reasons.
"what's wrong with me showing my stomach? it took me years to finally accept that i don't have a flat stomach." i cross my arms, the crop top riding up.
"raise your arms," he demands. "why?" i raise an eyebrow instead. "because i told you to. raise your arms." he sternly says.
"are you guys read- oh." grayson enters the room. similar to mine, he was wearing a crop top and some sweatpants.
"great, you're matching with gray now?" ethan furiously asks. "it wasn't even intentional," grayson defends. "hey, calm down." i say, grabbing his hand but he crossed his arms.
"go change, y/n." he sits down on the recliner and watches me with hooded eyes. "why should she change?" grayson turns towards ethan, "i think she looks good." grayson smiles at me.
"fine, don't change. go to the mall yourselves then." he says emotionless. ethan then turned the tv on and one of meredith's videos pops up.
her voice starts to fill the room the same way anger starts to fill me. "fucking fine, ethan. don't bother me for the next month, i'll be leaving." i furiously say, at the corner of my eye i see him rolling his eyes.
i run towards our room and grab my backpack. the laptop was already there, just a few things to add. i threw the charger that was on the floor and put it on my backpack. i did the same thing to my phone's charger, as well to a few of my clothes.
"y/n?" i heard someone by the door. i look up to see grayson. "you're really leaving?" his voice cracks. "it's just a few days, g."
"can i come with?" he asks, i furrowed my eyebrows. "i mean, if you want to. but know that i'm not going on a roadtrip." i laugh. this boy really is my best friend, isn't he.
a few minutes after grayson comes out his room with his gucci backpack and we head towards the living room, where ethan turned the tv off and was looking at us.
"where are you two going?" ethan questions, standing up to look at me. grayson was about to answer but ethan sassed him with "i wasn't asking you."
"none of your business, ethan." i sass him back. "why don't you watch more of meredith and invite her over for valentine's? i mean, you already have each other's numbers, why don't you rekindle an old flame?" i grab grayson's wrist and pulls him with me towards the door.
"wait, my keys." he goes back to grab it but ethan has it, waving it. "i think you forgot this, princess." he says, hooded eyes and an intimidating stare. ethan throws it towards us and i catch it.
"bye e," grayson says. why is he so precious, oh my god. "no goodbye kisses baby?" he obviously asks me. i roll my eyes and turned my back before he could do anything else.
"go to the car, grayson." i demand and thankfully grayson obeyed.
ethan's hand finds my thighs and wraps it aroumd his waist. he pushed us towards the door, "where the fuck do you think you're going, baby?"
i look at him the samd way he looks at me, hooded eyes and an intimidating stare. "i already told you, ethan. it's none of your business." i untangled my legs from his waist but he grips my thighs harder.
his eyes met mine and they weren't the same hazel-green colour that it used to. it was a darker shade that's filled with lust and anger.
my eyes traveled to his lips, oh god, his lips. red as it'll ever be from him biting his lip when grayson and i wasn't around. a habit he does when he knows he did something wrong.
he made me look at him and our lips met roughly. we moved in sync, even when we were mad at each other. i bit his bottom lip and pulled on it, feeling his tattoo. he then licked the skin all the way down to my neck and sucked on my sweet spot, which got me moaning.
"you're not going anywhere dressed like that with me not on your side, do you understand?" he asks. hi kept moaning. "i said," ethan sucked on another spot, filling my neck with hickies. "do you understand?" he finished, the sentence and filling my neck with hickies.
"yes, daddy." i look at ethan. his lips now the same shade as mine, as well as the skin surrounding his lips. "go wash your face, e. its full of my lipstick." i laugh.
"wait for me? i'm coming with you and gray."
"okay."
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that was a shitty ending but hey hello
