Bad Habits | E.D

I'm A Sucker For A Wild Boy

ETHANS P.O.V—

"My Dad left when I was very young, he left because of my mom. My moms an alcoholic and she ended up cheating on him, countless amount of arguments and the cops always been called my Dad couldn't take it anymore so he decided to leave and never come back." I started explaining the story and Yasmine and I sat in the same place behind the tree, where we would always go.

"My mom started dating this guy Andrew, after everything we went through Gray and I thought that it would all get better if we had someone there for us but it turned out Andrew was worse than our mom. He'd come into our rooms during the night and beat us until he hospital had to be called." Tears were rolling down my face and I quickly wiped her before Yasmine would notice but she did.

"Why didn't your mom ever say anything to him? Was she scared?" She asked me and I sighed.
"She was scared but at the same time, she didn't care if Grayson and I got hurt. My mom only cared about doing what Andrew said."

I watched Yasmine sit there, trying to process it all. I wouldn't blame her because not even my own friends know about any of this.

"I don't get this Ethan, what has any of this got to do with me seeing you that day?"
"There's limits Yasmine, let's leave it there now." I got up from the floor and dusted off the leaves of my jeans.

"You're supposed to be honest with me-"
"I said I was going to tell you why we couldn't do the project at my house, not why you saw me here that morning!" I snapped at her.

She rolled her eyes "Fine whatever."
I was leaning my back on the tree and Yasmine was playing with the leaves on the floor.

One of her sleeves went up and I saw cuts and scars all over her arm.

"How did you get those cuts?" I asked her and gave her a worried look.
She looked at her arm and quickly put the sleeve down.

"You're right, there are limits so let's leave it there." She mocked what I said and got up from the floor.

Yasmine was about to leave until I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me.
"You cut yourself?" I asked her.
"I don't want to talk about it Ethan, you don't want to tell me anything so I don't have to tell you!" She snapped at me and loosened from my grip.

Yasmine stormed off before I could say anything else.
And I thought my life was bad. Instead of her knowing about me, I can help her so she doesn't know about my life.

I decided that I don't want anyone to help me with my life or know about that I smoke and do drugs so I can help Yasmine.
She can be my distraction.

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YASMINES P.O.V—

I started running home and looked behind me to check if Ethan was following me, I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Ethan knows that I self harm, he won't ever forget it.

I ran into my house and locked the door. My Dad was passed out on the couch and the TV was still on.
I might as well finish the project myself because there's no way I'm doing it with Ethan.

Making sure I don't wake up my Dad, I turned the TV off and ran upstairs into my room. My backpack was on my bed and I got the assignment out.

As I was finishing the assignment, I heard a knock on my window.
At first I was scared and then I saw a shadowy black figure.
Oh shit please tell me this isn't another one of my Dads drug addict friends asking for money again.

Quietly I picked up my pocket knife that was covered in blood and held it in my hand, pointing it out. Slowly I tip toed to the window and as I opened it, I pointed the knife at whoever it was. There was a loud scream, making me scream as well.

He fell through the window and into my room. They fell onto the floor and when they noticed I was pointing a knife at them, they started panicking.

"Relax it's me Ethan!" Ethan took off his hood and put his hands up in surrender.

I sighed in relief and ran my fingers through my hair.
"What the fuck, who comes through a window like that?!" I yelled at him.
"And who keeps a pocket knife in their room?" He answered back and got up from the floor.

"Quiet my Dads asleep and I don't want him kicking the shit out of you."
"Why?"

"Because I want to kick the shit out of you instead." I walked towards him with the knife for scaring me.
"Wait Wait Wait, I'm sorry I shouldn't have scared you like that but it's better than your Dad answering the door."
True.

I sat down on my bed again and started finishing the project again.
"What are you doing?" He sat down next to me.
I sighed "finishing the project myself because I don't want to do it with you anymore."

Ethan looked at me and rolled his eyes.
"You're really fucking stubborn aren't you Yaz."
"How am I?"

"You don't listen to anything I tell you and if I'm trying to talk to you, you always dodge my questions."
"Well I'm sorry that you don't always get your way." I scoffed.

He folded his arms and leaned in closer to me, almost making our lips touch.
"Well I'm used to getting things that I want." He looked at me and licked his lips.
Creepy much.

"You can show yourself out." I said bluntly and he smirked at me.

"Talk to me first-"
"What's there to fucking talk about?! This can't be one sided, I can't just talk about myself even though I don't know the slightest thing about you." I yelled at him but not that loud so my Dad would hear.

"This isn't about me, this is about you."
"I don't want it to be about me though, why would you even care? You're really popular at school, you have friends and all the girls at school drool over the fact how hot you are including my friend Allison."

There was a silence for a second and Ethan looked at me and smirked.
"You think I'm hot?" He smiled and my eyes widened.
Oh shit!

"No the other girls were saying that." I stuttered and he made a face as if he didn't believe me.
"Yeah sure." He said sarcastically.

A grin formed on his face and it got me so angry that he was acting as if he could read my own thoughts.

"Ethan just go, I think we've said enough."
"Well you sure have."
After he said that my face went red from embarrassment.

"Goodnight princess." And Before I knew it he jumped out of he window again, sending a shiver down my spine.
What is this boy doing to me?

Why does he want me to talk about my life even though he doesn't talk about his own.

I replayed in my head of how I called him hot to his face and I buried my head into the pillow.
I'm so stupid for saying that!

I got up to close my window and next to my window was my desk, I noticed something went missing.
Where's my pocket knife?

It was on my desk the last time I saw it, when I was pointing it at Ethan when I thought he was a random stranger breaking into my house.

When I finally realised where it had gone, I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.

Ethan took it.....

Well this is just great!

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🌹AUTHORS NOTE🌹—

Heyyyyy! What do you think of this chapter??
Now that you guys know Ethans plan, he's only going to use Yasmine as his distraction so he forgets about his own life.
How do you think that will turn out?? 😬😬
Why do you think Ethan took Yasmines pocket knife? Let me just say that the pocket knife is what Yasmine uses to self harm herself and to scare Ethan from getting into her house again. 😂

Find out in the next chapter BYE XOXO 😘😍💝❤️🔥🔥👑👑✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️