"That's a pretty name".
"Are you okay? You look kind of... dead..." Ethan says, referring to my pale complexion.
"No, I- I'm just re- really confused right now..." I stutter out.
Ethan seems to notice that I am freaking out. To try and ease the situation, he chuckles slightly.
"We don't have to talk about this right now."
I nod abruptly.
"I just moved here from Brooklyn. That's probably why you've never heard of me. Grayson and I... aren't really close." He says, acting as if it's nothing.
Does he really not remember me? How is that possible? We were best friends.
I breathe in attempt to calm myself down and gain some of my self-assurance back.
Deep breaths.
In.
Out.
I send him a friendly smile.
"That's cool. I can show you around town if you'd like. I assume you're going to Hillview, since it's the closest school around. I can also give you a tour around the halls over there." I say with my signature grin.
I can tell he's a bit taken aback by my confidence. He stays silent for a bit.
I take this time to take in his facial features.
His clear skin, perfect eyebrows, piercing hazel eyes with a swirl of brown in them, make him so striking. Round nose, perfectly plump, pink heart shaped lips and rosy cheeks.
He's so attractive.
"Yeah, you're right. I did sign up to Hillview. I live close by.".- he says with a faint chuckle. "I'd like that. You should show me around." He says smiling while looking down.
"Well, see you, Ethan."
"Looking forward to it, Bella."
With that I turn around on my heel and start walking away rather slowly due to the cut in my foot.
I think I made a friendly impression on him. He's new, so it's specifically important to be nice to him.
Besides, I need answers from him.
Why did he just leave and didn't care about me or Grayson?
Is he here with his dad?
Where is he staying?
Why is he back? And why now, senior year?
I decide to stop myself before letting him get into my head.
He already is in your head. - my subconscious tells me.
I walk into the house and sit on the couch in the living room area, to prevent further damaging my left foot. It's not bleeding anymore, but it still stings.
As if on cue, I look up to see the host himself, Cameron.
"Are you okay? Why are you not out there having fun?" He asks, pointing at his backyard.
"I stepped on something, hurt myself, and it hurts to walk." I say, not explaining much.
"Shit, let me help"
I get up and place my arm around his torso due to my height, and he wraps his around my waist helping my balance. We walk over to the kitchen counter and he places me on it and then shuffles through a cabinet in search for a first aid kit.
