i had feelings for ethan grant dolan. it somehow happened, either i was pulled in by the same reasons most girls in school were, or i had my own reasons. i wasn't even sure, but what i knew was a fact, i was indeed in love with him.
i walked into class, a frown shown on my face. i was always in a terrible mood when i went to my first class. every single time i passed the place where ethan's locker was on the way to class i saw him with somebody else. it was how it played out every single time, sure, i should be use to it, he is the biggest player, but i still have hope in him.
before i had fallen into this pitiful hole of crushing on ethan, i had always been a happy person. my smile lit up the room and everything sparkled. the teacher in my first class always hoped that one day their morning would simply brighten up with my smile, but now they haven't gotten that for at least half a year.
you see, the teacher who was teaching was always very supportive of her students, always looking out for them. i definitely was one of the students she cared about, but at times i somehow still felt alone. what more could i want? oh, i know.. how about love and appreciation? but of course, i would never get that.
ethan had turned my optimism into pessimism by simply existing. i had no hope for the good things and i didn't see the good things anymore, the bad always overcame the good, anyways.
the teacher looked at me and gave me a sad smile, which i just nodded at. at times i felt like she knew every single thing that was happening inside my mind, heck, i wouldn't be surprised if she had already noticed that i was crushing deeply on ethan, like every other girl, of course.. just for my example i wasn't wanting him in bed, but simply as a friend, as a supporter, as a boyfriend.. somebody who would be there for me.
''alright, students. today we are doing something different. we are going to be working in couples,'' the teacher spoke, a slight sparkle in her eyes as she looked over at me for a second, ''before you say anything, i am picking the pairs,'' the class groaned as one, i just hid my face, i didn't really have anyone to work with anyway.
''alright, jake and anna, avery and bill, katrina and phillip, gabriella and troy, amanda and adrian, grayson and bree, hope and taylor, y/n and.. oh, looks like there aren't enough students in class for everyone to have a pair, is it fine for you to work alone, y/n?'' the teacher asked, worriedly, looking over her paper again and again to see if she really couldn't find me somebody to work with.
''yea-,'' i was about to say before a sweaty, red faced ethan burst through the doors along with a girl called belle, ''sorry we are late!'' they spoke at the same time. a slight pang of hurt flooded through to my heart, suddenly slashing it with a sword into tiny little pieces. tears brimmed at my eyes, but i fought them off. i shouldn't cry in class, anyways. ''yeah, miss, that's fine, i'll work alone, i don't mind,'' i spoke quickly, but still the hurt somehow came through to my voice, making it almost like a whimper.
ethan looked at me for a second, rolling his eyes, then taking a seat at the back end of the class. hope swayed her hips, walking to her seat. the teacher looked at ethan, hope, then back to me, ''do you three mind working together? we don't have enough people,'' she questioned, taking a good look at the three of us, a slight pained look appeared on my face.
a boy raised his hand, before speaking up, ''miss, isn't hope supposed to work with me?'' he asked. the teacher looked at her paperwork and nodded, ''well noticed, taylor. hope, please go sit with him. alright then, ethan and y/n, you two work together,'' the teacher crossed her fingers, feeling accomplished with her choices of partners.
ethan groaned, pulling his backpack over his shoulder, stomping over to me. i flinched with fear as he sat down with a huge amount of force and annoyance. he looked over at me, rolling his eyes, but i could tell he was a tad bit confused as to why i had flinched.
