nice ass
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"c'mom, c'mon e." you said to yourself as you were calling ethan for the 3rd time in a row. he didn't answer, the calls going straight to voice mail.
you were currently at ethan's house for a weekend sleepover. but he had gone out for a few drinks with alex & aaron. you were calling to make sure he was okay.
and because you were now leaving. you looked at the time, 11pm. you said your goodbyes to his family, and headed home, to prepare everything for school, the next morning.
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monday morning
you were all drained from overthinking last night if ethan made it home. you began to place some books in your book bag for your classes when you felt two hands grab, and squeeze your butt.
"nice ass." ethan smirks.
you push his chest. closing your locker shut, pushing him made him take a few steps back, before he jogs down the hallway to catch up with your fast paced waking.
"hey! what's the attitude for baby?"
"not answering my calls, or texts. and then having to learn from your brother that you went home, drunk."
"i got home at . . " he paused trying to remember anything from last night.
"you don't even know what time you got home, nor how you got home do you?"
he moves his head slowly, side to side, keeping eye contact with you. turning your heel, you start to walk.
"come on baby," he whined, making your heart clench at his nickname for you. "i can make it up to you tonight, if you like." he smirked, killing the cute vibe.
"douche," you said before greeting your teacher at the door, entering your first class, that wasn't with him.
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lunchtime
"hey, can i borrow y/n for a minute," you hear ethan tell your friends at the round lunch table. nodding their heads, ethan places his hand out for you to take. you slap it, and make him walk ahead of you.
following him, you are outside by the door that lead to lunch tables outside.
"i am sorry that i made it home wasted. but it wasn't my intention. i got carried away. and i know you were probably overthinking, not being able to sleep last night." he told you.
you could see the sorry-ness in his eyes, and hear the guilt in his voice. he meant to you every word he said.
"you have every right to be mad at me, but i just wanted to apologize. i could've been in real danger, i know. but please, stop ignoring me." he spoke again.
"you are forgiven my love." you smile at him, putting your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist. he places a peck on your lips.
"let me take you out to dinner tonight? please, it'd make me feel better." he pleaded.
"fine, only because you're cute grant." you laughed.
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