foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

fourteen

10:00 am

| ETHAN'S POV |

i sat down harshly on the bench in the guys' locker room as i waited for everyone to clear out of there, not really wanting to go to class. i couldn't help but think over everything. the fair, the bet, the fight, the dreams, the way we almost kiss all the time, and her in general. it was all getting to my head, making me anxious. just when i thought my nerves couldn't build up more, grayson barges through the wooden door.

"we're talking about this, now."'he demands, sitting down on the bench across from me.

i do nothing but glare at him. a muffled sound of footsteps distract me as they walk by the door that still slowly shutting.

"you should've never bet on eve if-"

grayson is interrupted by alex, stopping the door from fully closing with her hand.

"what bet?" she questions angrily, walking into the locker room.

"nothing, just leave. you're not supposed to be-" grayson tried to speak when she cut him off yet again.

"you guys made bet on eve? are you sick?" her voice grew angrier as she was now yelling.

"i said-" grayson grabbed her by her shoulders pinning her against the wall not too harsh, but harsh enough, "leave."

"woah, gray calm down." i make my way quickly over to them, taking his hands off of her.

he yanks his hands away from my grasp, staring her dead in the eyes as his face got closer to hers, "tell anyone about this, and you'll regret ever opening that pretty little mouth of yours."

| EVE'S POV |

1:00 pm

i dragged my feet along the floor as i carried the heavy lunch tray in my hands. i sit down next to alex when her concerned voice asks me, "were you late this morning?"

i sigh not making eye contact, "yeah, i overslept a little."

"mhm" she rolled her eyes and continued eating her salad.

"what?" i asked, a lying tone laced into my voice.

"you don't have to be embarrassed because of your parents, eve. it's them, not you." she assured me.

all i could do was nod. i love how she could tell when i didn't feel right about something, even without me telling her about it.

"how'd it go this morning since i wasn't there." i ask, breaking the silence.

"um." she hesitated, "good."

'um good.' is all she had to say? that's not like alex at all, usually i cant shut her up about the smallest things. she could talk for hours about the cereal she ate for breakfast.

"nobody was talking about last night?" i question, looking at her as my eyes begged for an honest answer.

"no, not really." she shrugged, keeping her voice quieter than usual.