foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

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fore·sight
ˈfôrˌsīt/Submit
noun
the ability to predict or the action of predicting what will happen or be needed in the future.

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| ETHAN'S POV |

i'll never truly understand what dreaming is. is it supposed to feel real? are dreams preparing us for events later in life? can i see things that may actually happen? who the fuck knows. all i know is that they can seem so life like, it's scary.

sometimes i actually feel the pain, or the lust. no matter the dream, i have my senses like in real life. is it normal? hell no. am i aware it most likely only happens to me and a few others? very much so. 

the thing is, i can't escape it. i've tried to get help, take pills, and do dumb remedies, but nothing works. they just stay in my head, haunting me.

don't get me wrong, sometimes these dreams are amazing. but the fact that i could possibly feel what dying is like without actually being deceased is fucking with my brain.

sometimes i find myself dozing off during class, while at parties, and while doing homework just thinking about them. what will i dream tonight and what will it mean? did i really dream that last night? who was-

"ethan!" grayson interrupted my thoughts as the loud music began to unmuffle from my ears, back to reality.

"what?" i yelled back across the living room of the dark, hot house. everything in here was covered with a layer of sweat.

"toss me one!" he pointed to the fridge behind me, stacked high with alcohol.

i reached in, grabbing a random ass bottle of beer and tossed it to him. i then grabbed one for myself and made my way over to grayson and i's group of friends in the living room.

"this party is getting lamer and lamer." i complained to them, setting my beer down on a side table.

"lighten up dude, we got here an hour ago. it's only 11:30." grayson scoffed as him, brett and tyler continued to listen to the loud music and swoon over girls.

i rolled my eyes in annoyance, "whatever", i mumbled walking to the hallway to look around, not feeling this party. i haven't hooked up with anyone and the alcohol hasn't hit me. lame.

the hall grew louder with footsteps. i looked behind me to see grayson and some drunk girl heading upstairs, the usual. that was fast, i just saw him.

"let loose, e." he winked at me halfway up the staircase. a bedroom door slammed, causing me to rolled my eyes.

grayson, brett, tyler and i are pretty much the same. we go to parties, hookup with girls, and have them swoon over us. it's simple, but just gets old. knowing that any girl here would get with me with the simple tap of a shoulder was just boring. i mean seriously, where's the fun in that? i try to play the fuckboy card a lot, it seems to please grayson. don't get me wrong, i like pleasing girls. sometimes i just wish i could chase, instead of constantly being chased.

"hey, ethan." a familiar yet sour voice leeches onto my ears. blair.

blair hangs out with the popular girls in our grade, and she's hot. i could easily get with her if i wanted to. but she's a fucking whore, and everyone knows it. she's always smirking her plump lips at me in the hallway as i stare at her, knowing i'm intimidating her. she looks away, signaling i've won. i tease her into thinking i'm into her or that i'm down for a quick hookup, it works every time.

i show up to pretty much every party in town, i try not to miss one. her and her posey show up mostly every time. they all act the same, and dress the same. then there's other girls who show up with blair on occasion who catch my eye, one in particular. her name though, i can't put my finger on it. fuck.

"hey." i reply plainly. she has to know by now that i'm not into her.

"this is getting repetitive, baby. what do i have to do to convince you?" she whispers seductively, gripping onto my shoulder from behind.

there's nothing about this girl that turns me on.  that hookup would be nasty as hell, who knows where she's been. it's been an on going thing for her to ask me to take her upstairs at every fucking party i go to, she's always up my ass and it's ridiculous.

"i already told you i'm not interested, jesus christ." i tried to walk away, but her claws for hands stopped me.

"blair? where'd you g-" a girl who seems to be looking for blair was cut off by seeing her with me. her dark, mysterious eyes traveled to mine, picking up my heart rate. i recognize her, she's the one who's name escaped my mind.

"oh. um- sorry. we were just looking for you." the girl pointed behind her with her thumb, revealing the rest of her friends now staring at us.

"yeah." she scoffed, "bye, ethan.", blair left a kiss on my cheek as she kept eye contact with me. damn, that chicks creepy.

as she walked towards her group of friends i couldn't help but stare again at her friend who was looking for her, knowing i probably shouldn't.

her eyes caught mine as she was turning around to walk back down the hallway. i smirked slightly, not receiving the reaction i was expecting. she looked me up and down quickly with no expression. it wasn't bad, but it wasn't turned on like i'd expect from a girl.

before i finally walked away, i hear a faint, "thanks a lot, eve.", along with a scoff from blair.

eve. that's the name i was dying to remember.

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