Till I met you; e.d

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song for this chapter: trust nobody by Cashmere Cat ft Selena Gomez
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"Cause you know I don't trust nobody, I know you don't trust nobody."

Ambers pov

Wednesday

The unusual bitter wind nipped at my cheeks, as I stood in the middle of the school parking lot, contemplating whether or not to go over to the brunette boy, stood on the other side of the small complex.

My eyes stayed glued on Ethan, as I stood watching him from the comfort of my car.

Although he had his back to me, I could tell it was him, just by the messy mop of brown hair, and the way his bulky figure leaned against the large motorcycle beside him.

It has been two days since my last interaction with Ethan, and quite frankly, I was a little frightened to speak to him again.

Even Anna had tried to convince me multiple times that it was useless trying to befriend him.

But I was not giving up hope. I am determined to try and at least make some kind of effort with this boy.

My breathing began to pick up its pace as I slowly made my way over to the other side of the parking lot; deciding to go and talk to him.

As I got closer to Ethan, the obvious smell off smoke lingered in the air around him, tickling my nostrils.

"Smoking is bad for you, ya know?" I nervously spoke up, although I tried to hide my nerves with a smile once Ethan turned to face me.

His dark, angry eyes lingered onto my face for a while, as he took a long draw of the half finished cigarette that was balanced between his two fingers.

"So is talking to strangers." His deep voice spoke almost emotionlessly as he then dropped the cigarette to the floor, stamping it out with his boot.

Even the way he pressed his feet to the ground, created a loud stamping sound. It was as if everything he did was so anger filled.

"You aren't a stranger though." I laughed lightly, feeling my nerves creep back as his chestnut eyes burned into me.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Ethan took a deep breath, reverting his attention to the empty parking lot in front of us.

There were hardly any cars parked up now. Probably due to the fact that most kids were on their way home from school by this time.

His large hands traced slowly along the leather seat of his motorcycle. His fingertips pressed gently onto the soft material, like it was a delicate possession to him.

"Cool motorcycle. My dad used to own one." I smiled at my words, as my hand slowly lifted to one of the handles, tracing over the small features on it carefully.

I could feel Ethan's eyes still burning on me, causing my eyes to look back up to him.

"Why are you here?"

His rude and emotionless words caught me off guard slightly; mainly because I didn't really know the answer myself.

I pressed my lips together, biting the inside of my cheek. "Cause you look like you need a friend. I haven't seen you around anyone all week."

Ethan's already well sculptured jawline clenched at my words, as his eyes finally retracted from my own.

"I don't really do friends." He let out a deep sigh through his mouth. His hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Don't you get lonely?" I enquired, finding myself interested. Maybe this would be his chance to open up. "I couldn't imagine not having my friends around me."

Ethan's head slowly turned to me, as he raised one of his dark, pointed eyebrows at me. "I'm better by myself anyway."

There was a slight silence, as I stood quietly, taking in his words. What did he mean he was better by himself?

Despite wanting him to elaborate, I felt that now wasn't the right time. Like something inside me was saying to save it for another time.

After a few moments, I decide to take the risk of pulling a small piece of paper out of my pocket, as I began to write a series of numbers on it.

I could feel Ethan's eyes glaring at me in confusion, but I ignored it; a small smile pulling at my lips.

"Here's my number." I breathed after a few moments, extending my hand out to pass Ethan the paper.

However, instead of taking the small note, Ethan's eyes just stared at it; his body not making any movements whatsoever.

A flooding feeling of hurt poured through me as I came to the conclusion that he probably wasn't going to take the paper.

A loud sigh escaped my mouth, as I rolled my eyes in defeat. "Look, you don't have to text me or anything, but if you decide that you do want a friend..I'm only a message away."

I lightly smiled up at his stone cold face, before warily placing the small piece of paper onto the seat of Ethan's motorcycle.

Before I could even see whether or not he took it, I turned around to walk back to my car.

The air was filled with nothing but silence as I walked off, causing a small sense of disappointment in me that Ethan didn't even bother to say anything else.

Only time would tell what he did with my number.

My mind was telling me that he had probably already screwed it up, throwing it into the bin with all the other crap no one wanted.

But my heart. My heart was beating with hope that he would keep the number, and decide to text me.

Like I said, only time would tell what he decided to do.

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Sorry this chapter is kinda short, school is kicking my ass lol.

What do you think Ethan will do with Ambers number?

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