foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

five

| GRAYSON'S POV |

her and ethan came up from below the water, laughing their asses off as she playfully shoved him. her already tight dress became tighter as the water soaked it, making her breasts and curves much more visible. i felt my face become hot, i wanted her. ethan might kill me, but what the fuck do i care? he's not getting this hookup tonight, i am.

i made a plan in my head as i consumed more alcohol, it helps me think believe it or not. what will get ethan away from her for the night?

blair.

she was on the other side of the pool with some random guys, i rushed over to her.

"i need a favor." i whispered.

"what kind of favor?" she began to nibble on my ear.

"as much as i'd like to right now, not that kind." i pushed her shoulder back slightly, even though what she had to offer sounded pretty fucking satisfying.

"then what do you want?" she scoffed.

"i need you to distract ethan." i smirked at the thought of my plan working.

"well shit, that's easy." she licked her lips.

"just do whatever to keep him away from view of the stairs. take him in the bathroom or something, maybe you'll finally convince him." i rolled my eyes, ethan would never get with her. and he's an idiot for it, that girl is hot as fuck.

"i like this favor." she looked towards ethan, cursing under her breath.

everyone began to get out of the pool, drying off.

"i'll give you a signal." i winked to her as i hopped out, drying off with everyone else.

ethan and eve were already out of sight. fuck.

more and more people flooded back into the house. i tried shoving past a few of them. these two better not be upstairs. luckily, they weren't.

| EVE'S POV |

"are you sure?" ethan tried handing me a cup, but i refused.

"positive." i nodded.

we were in the kitchen, i jumped up on the counter. ethan stood next to me, mixing drinks. i attempted to ring out my wet hair into the sink next to me.

"come on. i put half as much as i usually do in it, you'll be fine." he looked at me with those convincing eyes, breaking down every bit of fear i had inside of me.

yet i didn't do it.

"i-i can't, ethan." i pushed the cup away.

he looked down, breathing out harshly in frustration.

"why are you so afraid of all of this?" he motioned his hands around.

"all of what?" i raised my eyebrows, already knowing what he was talking about.

"this. being 18. doing what you want."