Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Nine: "Take A Sick Day"

Wednesday

MY MIND WASN'T STABLE. I had been crying nonstop. My emotions were too wild. Too toxic, and it's sad how I let them control me. I wasn't going to school today. I was too sick. Too heartbroken over some dumb boy who I probably wouldn't even know in the next three years.

My heart longed for someone though. It's crazy how you can be single and long for love you've never even really had.

I open my snap. I had some from Grayson that I didn't bother to open, but I also had some from Ethan.

I open the snaps from Ethan. One of them was just a streak and only showed his jawline, but the other was different.

I'm coming over read the second one. My brow shot up to my forehead.

Please don't. It's not a pretty sight, I snapped back.

The bickering went on back and forth, and I could tell that he was going to come over no matter how much I begged him not to. I still remembered my nightmare about him. It was only one of many, but it was the only one where one of the twins killed the other one.

I jump out of bed and put on some quality clothes that were comfortable.

I could've gone to school if I really wanted to, but I just didn't want to have to face Grayson. We had about two periods together, and I didn't want to have to stand his presence in both.

I still wanted an explanation. Why? Why? Why? Why in hell...go back to Mel? He obviously didn't like her. She was dramatic, slightly clingy, and always in need of attention. Mel loved him, but the feeling was one sided. Maybe I was just jealous. I was sure that I was, but I had every right to be.

I slip my jeans over my thick thighs and slide on a jersey from some basketball team my dad used to like. He probably still liked them, but honestly, he was a bandwagon fan.

My hair was messy and full of curls, so I just brushed it and moved along.

About thirty minutes later there was a ring of the door bell, and I went downstairs to open the door.

"Hey," I say with a big smile. I couldn't help it. He was so darn cute. My face would probably hurt after he left.

"Hey, you look great," Ethan compliments me. I doubted that I really did, but it was nice of him to think so.

On the other hand, he looked amazing. His skin was radiant and looked as if it was almost glowing.
I was a bit paler than him, so standing next to him made me look ghostly.

I moved so that he could come in, and once he did so, I carelessly shut the door behind us.

He looks at me with a big ass smile, and I couldn't help but do the same. What was it about smiling? We stood there smiling, not saying anything. It was weird, but rather enjoyable. Who knew what hormones or endorphins were running through me.

"This is for you," E finally says holding out a box.

I didn't know what to expect.

"What is it?" I ask before opening.
"A care package of love," he responds in a cheesy telenovela voice.

I laugh hoping that he would never do it again. He was cheesy as hell, which he and his brother had in common.

As I look inside the box, I can see tissues, cough syrup, Tylenol, The Notebook CD, and other things sick people would need. It was a cute gesture, but little did he know that I was only emotionally sick. If anything, I needed a tub of ice cream.