foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

sixteen

song: in my head-ariana grande

painted a picture, i thought i knew you well
i've got a habit of seeing what isn't there

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before i could say anything, he was getting out of the car and walking over to my side, opening the passenger door. i responded with an annoyed "thanks." because honestly i don't know what to think of him anymore.

he placed his hand on the small of the back, gently as he walked me inside. many people out front stared, making my skin crawl. this feels so wrong.

the further into the house we got, the more i realized exactly how many people were here. hundreds, more than usual.

grayson led me into the living room near the familiar staircase where alex, blair, brett and tyler were socializing with another group of people.

"i'll get us drinks." grayson insists as he whispers in my ear, walking towards the kitchen.

as soon as alex notices me, she excuses herself from the conversation and begins walking towards me quite fast, "hey! i'm so sorry i couldn't pick you up." she frowns.

"don't worry about it." i chuckle, even though i'm starting to not find this whole situation funny.

"are you here alone?" she asks, looking around trying to find someone who i'm assuming was ethan.

"no, actually." i roll my eyes.

"who drove you?" her eyes squinted.

i cleared my throat as i looked down, "grayson." i choked out.

she nearly spit out her drink, "you got in a car alone with grayson dolan?"

footsteps from the stairs next to us soon came closer when ethan's voice followed.

"you did what?" he sounded angry.

i looked to my right, and there he was standing on the second stair. his eyes were filled with disappointment, making my heart drop.

"ethan, he came to my house and offered to give me a ride i-" i tried to speak.

he cuts me off while rolling his eyes, "come here." he grabs my wrist. he takes the stairs two at a time, eager to take me wherever he's planning to.

ethan opens the door to the nearest room, gently pushing me inside while slamming the door behind him.

"please don't be mad." i said quietly, turning around to meet his eyes.

he looks down at me, less angry than before, "i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at him." he sighs, sitting on the bed behind me.

i don't know how to respond. ethan and i aren't dating, we're just friends. so are grayson and i. it just seems like they both want more from me, but one wants it better.

"this is all my fault." he almost whispered under his breath, putting his head in his hands.

how is this his fault?