foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

eight

ethan : can you come early?

ethan : i really want to talk to you

i froze. i wanted to forget about last night, nevertheless talk about it with him. plus, i already told my parents i need to be there at 7. how am i going to explain why i have to leave early to talk to a guy about how he saved me from his twin brother trying to have sex with me at a party? they'd kill my ass.

then again, talking it out would be the right thing to do. maybe grayson was too drunk to realize what he did, and maybe everything ethan said wasn't true.

i need an excuse for my parents.

i finished getting ready and headed downstairs at 6:30, preparing to see my parents and lie to their faces.

"we decided to leave earlier to get in the front of the lines." i stood in the kitchen as they both sat at the counter, alcohol in hand.

oh, so they can drink but i can't? hypocrites.

"when did these plans change?" my dad asks, putting down his miller light can.

the fact that they can't just let me leave to go somewhere with my friends, pisses me off.

"i got a text." i plainly said.

"from?" my mom questioned, making me grow more eager to get out of the house. more eager than usual for some reason.

"alex." i lied, trying my best to sound convincing.

"oh, alright. and you're going with only your friends right?" my dad's voice grew protective, as usual.

"yes, dad. just me, alex and blair." i almost rolled my eyes, but caught myself.

i honestly couldn't believe how good i was at lying, probably because i've never done it before and it felt good to finally be at least somewhat rebellious.

i swear that text from ethan encouraged me to go against my parents rules even more, he's starting to effect me and it's fucking with my feelings.

i waved goodbye to them while getting in my car. finally free, thank god.

my hands started to shake as i gripped my steering wheel tighter. i turned up my radio louder, attempting to drown out my thoughts. i could tell it didn't work when more and more questions flooded my mind.

what if he really isn't going to change?
what if what he said last night was all bullshit?
what if i just shouldn't trust him?
should i just walk away?

before i knew it, i was pulling into their driveway. it was dark, the only lights that were on seemed to be the porch and a bedroom. the only car in the driveway was the familiar black bmw, ethan's.

i walked up to the front door as my stomach did flips. i've never been to a guys house without my parents permission, alone. nevertheless the dolan's, without it being for a party.

i knocked twice, then a few seconds later heard that voice i'd been nervous to hear all night.

"coming." he yelled deeply from upstairs, making my nerves skyrocket.