lies//ethan dolan

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"I'm boss at skateboarding, Lily. Watch out." Ethan smirks. Grayson just laughs.

"Ethan, you fell on your ass not even ten minutes ago!" I whine

"What?" I drag the 'a' out, "I missed it?! Damnit." I mutter the last part. Only Grayson hears it and laughs even more. Ethan looks confused but huffs afterwards.

"Here is your skateboard, princess." I cringe and blush at the same time. Wait.. blush? I've never blushed before.

"I'm not a bloody princess," I mutter under my breath, looking at my shoes. I suddenly look up and squint my eyes at Ethan and Grayson. "Grayson! You be the judge over Ethan and I. Whoever wins get's to choose what to do next. Loser pays no matter what. How about that?" I question.

The two look at each other before agreeing. I pick up the plain black skateboard and head over to the giant bowl. I go into the bowl and start skating around and doing tricks. The skateboard glides on the wall and I lift my feet from the board so it can do a few spins before getting on it again. [A/N I don't know skateboarding. Sorry if this doesn't make sense.] When I decide I'm done I jump off and climb out of the bowl. "How was that?" I ask.

"H-how... You.. What?! How are so good at skateboarding?" Grayson stutters out.

"Jacob taught me," I reply. "Ethan's turn." I dust off my hands, "Goodluck"

"Psh, I don't need luck," Ethan smirks and heads to the bowl.

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"I can' believe I lost," Ethan grumbles. Grayson and I high five and laugh. Grayson wraps an arm around my shoulder and tugs me closer. Bringing my ear to his lips. 

"Some guy keeps staring at you." I look at him confused, he just smirks. The corner of my eye I notice Ethan. His jaw is clenched and his fists are probably too.

"Where?" I question in a low voice. All Grayson does is nod his head to a waiter. I sigh and put my head in the palms of my hands leaving on the table in front of me.

"Any wrong, Lily?" I look up to meet Ethan's curious but concerned eyes.

"I-erm, no. Nothing is wrong. I'm going to the loo." I quickly get up and head to the ladies room.

I enter and notice that no one is in the stalls. I mentally thank god. I just silently look in the mirror staring at myself and thinking. 

why was Ethan so angry when Grayson was close to me?

A few minutes later, I head out of the loo and start walking to the table. As I am getting closer to the table someone grabs my wrist and tugs me back.

"I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd. Absolutely stunning, that you are." I deep husky voice whispers in my ear. A voice I don't recognise. I pull back and turn around.

"Who are you?" I spat. "I'm trying to hang out with my friends leave me alone." I turn back and head to the table.

"You alright? You look flustered." Grayson asked.

"Oh, erm, yeah... Uh, I'm fine." I rush out. He looks up and scrunches his eyebrows together. I furrow my brows and look at and try to find what he's looking at. 

"He's still staring at you," Grayson says aloud. Immediately grabbing Ethan's attention.

"What? Who is?" Ethan pipes in. I point over to the guy that grabbed my wrist. The guy smirks and heads to the kitchen.

"He works here?" 

"Wait till he's the waiter." Grayson snickers. Suddenly, the guy comes out with a notepad and heads over to us. I smack Grayson on the side of his head.

I groan, "Yes?"

"Hello, I'm Drew, I'll be your waiter for your visit. Are you ready to order?" He winks at me.

"I order you to leave," I mutter. Ethan and Grayson hear it and burst out laughing. The waiter, or Drew, clear their throat and we order. Ethan orders a steak, Grayson orders a burger, and I order a salad. We all have our water but the two both also asked for sodas.

We sit and talk for a while and soon after get our food. We chat some more and suddenly it's our check. There is a napkin attached to it:

You'll see more of me. I can promise you. ( ; call me, xxx-xxx-xxxx

xx drew

"erm, ew." I crumble up the note and throw it in the trash heading out.

"What was it?" Grayson asked.

"The waiter- Drew - gave me his number. I threw it out." Ethan tenses and the relaxing after the second part.

"Why didn't you keep it?" He replies.

"He was fucking crazy. Like, come on. After all, the hints I wanted him to leave he didn't. Like, bugger off." 

All they do is laugh and we continue the walk to the apartment.

Hope you enjoyed this semi-long chappie. ( : I tried hard on it.

xoxo Lace