precious ↠ e.d

eighteen - whatever you say

i don't think we should see each other again.

no that's too harsh.

last night was fun, jack. but i don't think we should get together again!

also, too harsh.

"who are you texting?" ethan asks, stepping into the kitchen where i waited for my toast to pop out of the toaster.

"none of your business." i say bluntly, deciding to text jack later as i place my phone aside.

ethan smirks and opens the fridge door to pull out the orange juice that he drank straight from the carton. it was around eight in the morning, and ethan had to come with me to get my passport renewed for this stupid trip.

"ew." i say watching him put the juice back in the fridge, "remind me not to drink that now."

ethan turns to look at me and shrugs, "funny how you say that when you've had my dick in your mouth before."

"you're so gross." i exclaim, "we have things to talk about."

ethan rests himself against the counter. " what things."

"last night." i say with grinding teeth.

ethan's face forms into a smile when he remembers. "what about it?"

"amelia?" i ask, raising an eyebrow.

"what about her?" he asks, taking out my toast that was almost burnt. he pulls out the butter and begins buttering my toast.

"what do you mean, what about her? you cheated on her!" i exclaim.

"it's not the first time we've done things, allie. remember in my car in your moms driveway?" he asks, pushing my plate over towards me.

"doesn't make it right." i sigh, crossing my arms over my chest.

ethan's takes a piece of toast off my plate and bites into it. "you're right, it makes it fun."

"what happened to you, you seriously turned into a douche." i say rolling my eyes.

"nothing happened to me." he says swallowing the piece of bread. he walks towards me and wraps his arms around my waist. "get ready. we have to go in ten."

ethan was acting strangely calm, and somewhat normal. i don't understand how this isn't an issue. as much as i hated amelia, i thought cheating was the worst thing a person could do to someone they claimed to 'love' and i've felt that heartbreak before when i saw nikki and ethan back in high-school.

the car ride was silent, with khalid playing softly in the background thanks to ethan's aux, i tried to relax myself a little.

"so when were you gonna tell me?" he asks.

"tell you what?" i ask.

"what amelia said to you in the hospital." he replies.

my head immediately turns to ethan's direction. he raised his eyebrow at me. "well?"

"what did you hear?" i ask.

"i heard everything." he answers, "but i asked you a question."

"it doesn't matter why i didn't tell you." i say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"i think it does." he says, "besides, she's a bitch."

i laugh, mumbling under my breath. "you're the one proposing to her."

"huh?" he asks.

"nothing." i say quickly.

"no. what'd you say?" he asks.

"nothing, honestly it was nothing." i say, turning up the volume.

ethan turns it back down and sighs. "you found the ring?"

"not intentionally." i say, shrugging. "how do you know i saw it anyway?"

"you left my drawer open, and i had a gut feeling." he says softly.

i nod and slump down into the seat.

"it's not for amelia. and it's not my ring." he says, running a hand through this hair.

"what?" i wiggle my eyebrows.

"it's not my ring. i'm holding it for a family member. my cousin is wanting to propose to his girlfriend in the next few weeks when i go down to jersey, he said that he wants me to hold it for him because she tends to search through his things." ethan explains. "i'm not proposing to amelia."

a wave of relief washes over me and suddenly a smile crept onto my face. "oh okay."

"relived i see?" he chuckles.

"no." i lie.

ethan shrugs, resting his hand on my thigh. "alright, whatever you say precious."