Revenge; Ethan Dolan

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When I arrived at BridgeWood High, I huffed. I absolutely hated school because of all the stereotypical kids. I hopped out of my car frustratedly and stomped towards the entrance of the school. As I was walking, I was beginning to pass all the cliques.

There was the "popular" boys including the jocks and then there were the "popular" girls including cheerleaders. Then, of course there's the nerds that have their mowers stuck into books. The populars usually shove them around and mess with them because their "lower" then the rest. Of course, there's the emo cliques that listen to bands like My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, and Pan!c at the disco. They also have dark and thick black eyeliners all around their eyes and they also have some sorts of piercings on either their noses, eye brows, lips, ears, or some other crazy places. Let's not forget about their weird black hair and tight black chokers.

I would say I was in the "popular" group but I do not consider myself popular. I'm also no where near as snobby and rude as they are though. I'm more mellow and kind but I don't get along with everyone.

Getting closer to the big double doors, I spotted the group that basically everyone fears because of how much they got in trouble. The Bad Kids. They've all gotten arrested, gotten drunk, smoked weed and did other drugs, and fucked around with about the whole school. The "leaders" of the group were Ethan and Grayson Dolan.

Grayson was the twin that would reel basic girls in, bring them home, fuck them, then leave them the next day. He's always been that was which is why I've always had some type of hatred towards him. Ethan, well Ethans a different story. He was the kind that slept around with girls also, but he was more scary then Grayson was. He's gotten arrested for robbing a store, setting a teachers car on fire because she gave him an F- on a test, physically hurting a cop, and so much more. He's more known for starting fights and leaving the other person with broken ribs, broken arms, broken legs, and he leaves them barely breathing while he walks away without a scratch.

Passing them in the corner of the building smoking, I saw Ethan glance at me before winking with a smirk on his face. I gave him a snobby look before sticking my middle finger up at him and walking through the doors.

"KELS!!" My bestfriend, Sahar said running towards me.
"Hey betch" I said nonchalantly and started walking towards my locker.

Sahar was way more upbeat then me. She usually got along with everyone while I would only get along with certain people. Sahar was beautiful. She had he same face shape as me along with the same button nose but instead, she had freckles all over face along with a a septum piercing. She had very long lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows that went well with her long light brown hair. I would say she was also in the "popular" group with me.

"Did you do the math homework for Mr. Johnston's class?" Sahar asked opening her locker that happened to be right next to mine.
"Of course I did. You know my mom would kill me if I let any of my grades slip below a B Sahar." I said rollin my eyes and grabbing my History textbook along with a few binders and a pencil and pen.
"Oh. What's got you so moody today? Did you not get your daily dose of dick of something like that?" Sahar asked with a smug look on her face. She knows I hate it when people talk about like I'm one of the slurs in our school.
"Really? No I'm not moody because of that. I'm mad because Ethan Dolan winked at me." I said flaring my nostrils.
"Ooooooooooo. Looks like Ethan has a little crush!" She said excitedly.
"You know he only sleeps around with girls so don't even go there." I said chuckling and slamming my locker closed which made Sahar jump and me smirk.
"See ya later hoe!" I said smirking and walking towards my geometry class.

Passing the janitors closet, the door swung open causing me to gasp. Someone quickly stuck their arm out and grabbed me pulling me inside and shutting the door and locking it.

"WHO THE F-" I said before a large hand covered my mouth and the other hand gripping both of my wrists over my head.
"Be quite baby." A all too familiar voice said.

I started squirming around trying to get loose of his grip afraid something was going to happen.

"Stop moving or something bad will happen and you know it will." Ethan said with a low voice which made me tingle inside.
I stayed quite as Ethan continued speaking.
"Now would you like to tell me why you thought sticking your finger up at me and walking away was a good idea?" Ethan said coming out if the shadows. As he appeared, I began to notice all his little features that made all the girls fall for him.

Above his left eyebrow, he had the word Fear written in a typewriter style and then in between his hair and eyebrow, he had the numbers 1996. Right under the corner of his left eye, he had a small heart that rested well with he rest of his tattoos. Then, below his left eye, he had a red bruise which I assumed was from a fight. He then had three Z's right below his bruise. On the bottom corner of his left eye, he had a very small butterfly that fit in well with the rest of his large tattoos. Right below his butterfly tattoo, he had the word candy written in large curvy letters. If I had to say, it looked very good on him. Just like Sahar, he had a sometimes piercing that brought the look all together. Oh, and we can't forget about the infamous freckle on his left cheek.

"Did you hear me?" Ethan said gripping my wrist tighter knocking me out of my thoughts.
"Why did you think it was a good idea to smirk at me?" I said back with confidence but as he stared at me getting closer, my confidence faded away.
"Do you know what happens to girls when they're bad?" He said getting closer until his lips were almost touching mine.
"N-No." I managed to stutter out.
"They get punished." He said before letting my wrists and mouth go.

I looked at him for a couple seconds before running towards the door and unlocking it, and then finally running out of that room. I looked around to see a couple people looking at me weirdly and then turning back to their conversations. I looked down at my feet as I began walking towards the class is was supposed to be in.

Passing by a long hallway, I saw Grayson and the other bad kids.
"Hey princess." Grayson said walking towards me.
"What do you want?" I said quietly not wanting to talk with him.
"How was that conversation with my brother?" He asked with a huge smirk on his face.
I looked up at his haze and green eyes and whispered
"Fuck off" before walking into the door across the hall which happened to be my geometry class.

"Miss Calemine! Would you care to explain why your late?" Mr. Cole asked with a questioning look on his face.
"I'd rather not." I said rolling my eyes and walking to he back of the classroom and sitting next a "popular".
"Well next time, bring a late pass and leave the attitude at the door." Mr. Cole said before continuing his lesson.
"Yeah whatever." I murmured before pulling out my notebook and jotting down what was on the bored.