Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Four: "That Healing Feeling"

"YOU OKAY?" ETHAN ASKED as he held me. We were sitting on the top of his car watching the sunset.

I didn't know whether to respond honestly or to lie. I wanted to tell him the truth, but what if he didn't believe me? The truth was that I wasn't okay. My mind was everywhere, and I couldn't think of anything other than his brother, and him being the complete bonehead he was. A part of me had wished that I had never met him.

I lean up and remove the hood of my hoodie from my head, revealing a mess of curls. With a sigh, I began to finally talk. "Gray... And... Mel broke up," I say not being able to bring myself to tell him the truth.

He looks at me awkwardly. "That's what's bothering you Baby girl?" he laughs. "I thought you hated seeing them together?"

"I... I did but Mel's so torn up about it, I just can't bear seeing her the way she is," I continue to lie. By the way I was going about this, I may have had a good chance at becoming an actress.

"Wow," E sighs. "You're a really good sister."

I shrug. "Maybe."

We both sit there silently watching the sun for a few minutes. I started to shiver as the cold started to sweep me away.

"Are you still cold?" Ethan asks as he glances at me.

I nod. "A little."

He takes his jacket off revealing arms full of bulging muscles. He then wrapped it around my hoodie.

On the inside I was smirking. I wasn't really that cold. I admit it was kinda a dirt move because now he may have been freezing, but I was enjoying this way to much.

I wrapped myself in his jacket even tighter, enjoying his scent. That was probably the only thing that Grayson didn't completely ruin.

"Do you ever feel like you're not good enough for some reason, " he asks out of the blue.

I look at him in complete shock. He didn't seem like the type of person to ask something like that.

"What do you mean?"

"Like...like...nevermind, " Ethan scoffs, but I was too curious to let it go. He always said something interesting and then changed the subject, and I absolutely hated that.

"E why do you do that? If you're gonna let me in. Just let me in. Why shut me out?" I cried.

I was now standing in front of him waiting for an answer. He began to rub the back of his neck.

"I told you already. I don't think you want to know the real me."

"But what if I do?" I huff. I fold my arms in dissapointment. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to tell him about Grayson. Maybe by doing so it would at least take my frustration away.

"Ethan, Grayson came to my house for dinner the other night," I began.

"Yeah, I know," he replies. "I was going to come too, but I didn't feel so well."

"He did something," I continue. "Something kinda bad."

He stands to his feet. His eyes had widened and were begging to know more. I told him every little detail. Somehow I had managed not to cry from embarrassment.

"Dammit!" he cursed. He looked angry. His face was red, his jaw was tense, and his soft demeanor had completely faded away.

My heart began to tingle. He actually cared. Why though? I was nobody special.