Forbidden Love Anymore (FLA) - SLOW UPDATES/EDITING IN PROGRESS

Six

"Madison I expected this from you, but Ethan.... I'm very disappointed in you right now." Mr. Waymall announces. Currently I'm slumped in my seat across the room from Ethan while he looks so confused.

You might be wondering where we are huh?

Well because of someone .... I'm not naming names, but if I were to name names I would say Ethan....so hypothetically if I were naming names then because of Ethan we got detention.

"Now I have to go see Ms. Lambu- I mean I have to go print a few copies. I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't go anywhere." The teacher warns before leaving the room.

"You can stop looking at me as if this is all my fault. You had something to do with this too." Ethan snaps. "What a wonderful way to start the week." He grumbles while I continue to think up ways to get away with his murder.

Maybe if I wear gloves...get the needed material from home. Convince David I'm going to take a nap then put pillows under the blanket to play me. Then I can drive to Ethan's house. Sneak in through his window. Knock him out with a baseball bat. Tape his mouth. Tie his hands and feet. Then wait for him to wake up so he can feel all the wonderful pain I will give him.

Muahahahaha.

It could work.

It could definitely work.

"You know you just planned my murder out loud right and I have it all on camera and if this wasn't a murder I'd call you a pretty kinky person?" Ethan asks matter of factlu. Dread fills me as I realize he was holding his phone up as my face blushes at the last part.

"Shit." Was the only thing that left my mouth after that.

Curious as to what he did to get us thrown in hell?

Well it all started from the second I woke up....okay it started later, but I'd like to believe it started when I woke up this morning considering he was in my room when I woke up leaning against my doorway, staring at me with a weird face.

You mean hot face.

N-No. Y-you don't get to w-win. I m-meant weird.

Then why are you stuttering? Hmmm?

Curse you.

Being your conscience is already a curse. No need to make my curse any worse.

Do you ever just really hate your conscience and want to kill it with a machete?

No? Just me? Well this is awkward....

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7:49 A.M.

Knock knock

I groaned at the annoying tap that continued repeatedly on my bedroom door. Deciding to ignore it I clamp my pillow over my ears with hope whoever was at my door would go away. That didn't happen though. Instead the person barged into my room and said in an annoyingly chirpy voice "Wake up Maddie."

Ethan.

I let out another groan, internally this time and get up. "What?" I snap at him in annoyance. I saw hurt flash across his face, but I was way too annoyed to care. He woke me up!

Early!

In the morning!

I could be sleeping.

"David took the car to pick up Harrison so he asked if I could take you to school..." Ethan explains and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

School?