You Get What You Deserve E.D

Chapter 22

ETHAN

That night, Hunter asked me to stay over.

I think she's still mad at me, but she just needs comforting.

Now, it's 9:32am and Hunters sleeping on my chest. I stayed awake the whole night to make sure she was okay. I still love her, never stopped.

She tosses and turns, then lifts her head up.

"M-morning Ethan." She mumbles.

"Morning, beautiful." I say. She smiles and sits up.

"Sorry if I annoyed you the whole night." She whispers.

"You didn't. It's fine, honestly." I say.

She gives me a warm smile then gets up.

"You can stay for breakfast and stuff if you want." She says. I smile and get out of her bed.

"Can I take a shower?" I ask.

She nods then heads to her kitchen.

I go to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the cupboard.

Suddenly, I see Hunter run back into the bathroom, putting her head over the toilet.

"Shit." I say. I run and grab her hair. She starts to throw up.

"It's okay, Hunter." I repeat, rubbing her back.

After she finished throwing up, she gets up and brushes her teeth.

"Oh my god, Ethan I'm so sorry. You have to shower in here." She gasps.

"It's fine, it's not your fault," I laugh, "what made you throw up?"

She looks at me dead in the eye. My eyes go wide when I realise that she's pregnant with Josh's child.

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay. Right, I'll let you shower." She laughs.

HUNTER

I walk out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen.

I grab some pancake mix out of the cupboard.

"HEY HOE!" Becky screams, coming through the door.

"Hey." I laugh.

"You okay? Gray told me what happened yesterday. Nate's such an asshole." She says.

"I'm fine. By the way did Grayson know Eth stayed the night?" I ask.

She face freezes. "He WHAT?" She says raising her voice.

"Becky, it's fine. I was crying and he came over. I asked him to stay." I said.

She nods, putting her bag on the side.

"Whatcha cooking?"

"PANCAKES!!" I scream.

"YASS BITCH!" She screams.

We laugh hysterically, then I flip the last pancake.

"Fabulous." I say in a fake posh accent.

I chuckle, placing the plate of pancakes on the side.

"Help yourself." I say.

Me and Becky dig into a pancake each, then my phone goes off.

Nate😉 is calling.

I show Becky my phone, she shakes her head saying I shouldn't answer it.

I decline his call, getting up and putting my plate into the sink.