Time (Ethan Dolan)

Chapter 11 - The Poster

I was back at school, standing in front of a poster. The big words and bright colours starring right back at me.

"Didn't know you were into the dance." I hear behind me.

I knew it was Ethan. He stood by my side as I examined the poster.

"And why is that?"

"Because you hate everything." He laughs.

I laugh a little too. I turn around and I begin to walk to my last class for the day.

"I'm guessing that the pizza parlour didn't go to plan?"

I shake my head. "We aren't friends anymore." I say. "He's a bitch."

Ethan laughed and nodded. "He is. So lets celebrate your discovery."

I stop and I slap him playfully. "Do you have to be annoyingly funny every time I'm mad?"

He nodded again. "Of course. How else am I meant to get you out of your mood?"

"Well what did you have in mind?" I ask.

"The dance." He said. "You're coming with me."

"Is that right?"

"Mhm." He smirks. "You and I. A night filled of teenagers who have already found there lovers."

"Are we really the only ones left?" I ask.

"Pretty sure." He answered. "So what do you say, Woodridge? You wanna wear a pretty dress and go make fun of people?"

I laugh and I look down. "Id love that, Dolan."

"This Friday, ill pick you up. Tell your parents you're going to be home late." He says beginning to walk away.

"How late?" I call.

"Very late, Woodridge. Find a pretty dress!"

"What if I don't want to wear a dress?" I yell.

"Then wear nothing, I don't mind!" Ethan yells back with a small laugh.

I roll my eyes and I smile. And I make my way to my last class of the day.