foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

twenty three

after a nightmare of an algebra class, i began wondering why ethan never came back. i'm assuming all they did was tell him he has detention, and asked for his parents to sign the dumb slip they give out. but who knows where he-

"surprise." my body jolts in shock as i slam my locker due to his hands suddenly on my shoulders.

i turn around, "jumpy?", he chuckles.

"where the hell did you go?" i almost whisper, not really wanting people to hear our conversation.

"i didn't feel like going back to class." he says it in a 'duh' tone as he shrugs.

"you missed a whole lesson-" i started.

he cuts me off, "i'll figure it out, stop worrying." he then attempts to leave a kiss on my forehead, causing a few heads to turn in the slightly crowded hallway.

"ethan!" i slap his chest as i whisper yell, pushing him away.

"what?" he looks around, not really affected by the situation.

"everyone just looked at us." i say through gritted teeth, trying to keep the fact that i'm talking about it on the dl.

"its not like i just tried to make out with you, but okay." he rolls his eyes, leaving me a little surprised.

"people will still talk." i assure him, letting him know what i'm feeling.

"why do you care so much?" he raises his voice slightly.

"i don't, i just-" i try to explain, not even knowing what i want to say.

"you obviously do, it's all you've been worrying about." he sighs, "i've gotta get to class, see you after last period."

with that he walked away from me, obviously pissed. a pit of sadness rested in my stomach, making me have the urge to throw something, or cry. it's my fault that he's mad. i really shouldn't care so much about what people think of us, because ethan obviously doesn't. then again, is there even an "us"? i guess there is, because he cares about me enough not to care, and he cared about me enough to change.

i'm slowly screwing this whole thing up.

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thursday afternoon

| ETHAN'S POV |

history can suck my dick, honestly.

grayson, brett, and tyler are always bugging me or throwing shit at me, i never understand what the teacher is well...teaching us, and the homework is harder than any other class of mine. it's just terrible all around.

ontop of that, my week has gone to complete shit. i'm pretty sure i made eve cry on tuesday, making me feel like shit that i had to apologize for being a dumbass. on wednesday, she had volleyball so we couldn't hang out, and today she didn't even come to school.

to sum it up: not seeing her is hell.

and it's not like i can just go visit her when i want, her parents barely even know who i am. every time we want to hang out, she has to lie, and i hate it. if they ever found out about the things i've done in the past, they'd move just to keep eve away from me. hell, if they ever found out about us having a thing, they have my head. i'm sure of it. then again, i'm pretty sure what we have is much more than a thing, at least i hope she considers it more. whatever it is, it just wouldn't fly with her parents. don't get me wrong, i've changed. i'm better than i used to be, but i'm still a bad influence.