the kissing booth is really good, recommend.
rule #9: no dating relatives of your best friend.
(your best friend is grayson)
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"you know, i never would have expected this." you put your sunglasses on, blocking the sun.
"what?" ethan took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers.
"us. i mean, grayson always seems pretty strict on rule number nine."
"didn't you make those rules when you were like four? they don't matter." ethan made a face of disgust, and his voice was laced with mockery.
"actually, they do matter. and we made them when we were six." you shrugged and looked down at your feet, noticing your untied shoe laces.
there was a long moment of silence, but ethan slowly pulled you away from the boardwalk.
"c'mon, i have something." he whispered so you almost didn't hear.
he pulled your hand and lead you to behind a building, where no one was at. all there was, was a dumpster and some old papers blowing around.
you looked around, wondering what he brought you here for. "ugh, ethan what are we doin-"
he pressed his lips against yours, tasting like cotton candy from the previous carnival events. he brought his hand up to your face, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. it traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him.
one of your hands was entangled in his dark locks, twirling the curls in your fingers. the other was playing with the belt loop on his jeans, gently tugging it.
he brought his other hand up underneath your shirt, touching the cold skin, sending tingles through your entire body. your legs began to tremble at the aching between your thighs. you need him, and he needed you.
you could feel a vibration on your butt, and you tried to ignore it, but it kept coming.
you aggressively pulled away, letting go of ethan and yanking your phone from your back pocket.
"what the fuck." ethan huffed, obviously angered, and sexually frustrated, at your abrupt retraction.
you looked to see grayson calling you.
rule number 33, never ignore your best friends calls on purpose. they're calls for a reason.
"shit!" you cursed before answering. "hello?"
ethan leaned against the wall with one leg propped up against it, running his hand through his hair before crossing his arms over his buff chest, and sighing.
"fuck, i'm sorry grayson, i'll be right there." you hung up the phone and looked to see a disappointed ethan.
"i forgot i had planned a chill night with grayson. take me home, so i can drive there?"
"sure." ethan pushed himself off of the wall, waking away. you could tell he was pissed.
"oh, it's not like we were gonna have sex in the alley!" you followed behind him.
"we could have had sex in the car. and now we can't because i'm not in the mood anymore. damn it grayson."
"i'm not even supposed to be here with you, be happy i came." you shut the door of the car, crossing your arms.
"why can't we just tell already? i'm tired of the secrecy." ethan turned to you, pleading with his eyes.
"do you know how made grayson is gonna be? i'll tell him, when i think it's right, and that's not right now." you huffed in annoyance. "now take me home. grayson can't see we came together."
with that, ethan drove off.
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i have one more week of school. well actually two, and then 3 days of semester tests.
