Unexpected

8

ETHAN POV

"FUCK" I screamed, pounding my fist into the steering wheel. The loud honked it caused startled the pedestrians around me, but I didn't care. I needed some way to let this frustration out.

"Is there something you want to talk about, E?" James asked quietly. I didn't need to look at him to know he had a worried expression on his face.

"No." I responded, simply. I pushed the engine start button and sped away. I was so fucking angry and I couldn't even explain why. I felt itchy in my own skin, like my blood was boiling underneath the surface.

"Ethan I-"

I turned the music up louder. I didn't want to hear anything James had to say. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to explain my feelings. I didn't want to do anything, but drive fast and bleach my memory of the sight I had just witnessed.

"Bye guys!" Emma waved goodbye, leaving James and I behind as she walked away with Grayson. He pulled her close and she smiled up at him before resting her head on his shoulder. She didn't look back. She'd never know the pain and disappointment I wore on my face. She gained an extra skip in her step when she was with him. It was something I'd never get the satisfaction of giving her. I'd lost her to my brother and I feared I'd never get her back.

"Ethan slow down!" James yelled over the music.

I refused to listen, revving up the engine instead. It was reckless I knew it, but it was the only thing that would help get Emma off my mind. I blew through the streets, cutting off any car that dared tried to slow me down. It would have usually taken me 20 minutes to get to James' house, but that day I made it in 10.

"I need to be alone right now." I said, pulling into James' driveway. I still couldn't look at him. I was too embarrassed at my childish actions.

"I'm here whenever you're ready to talk." James placed a hand on my arm and gave me a small smile before stepping out of the car. 

I took a deep breath and let out a long sigh hoping to find some sort of relief. I was an angry crier and I could feel the tears of frustration building behind my eyes. I wouldn't cry, no matter how angry I was. I couldn't give up on her so easily. Not after the three amazing weeks we had just spent together.

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There was a knock at my door, but I didn't bother responding. Whoever it was could fuck off, I wasn't ready to stop wallowing in pity.

"What's with the angsty music bro?" Grayson asked, opening my door.

The small relaxation I had managed to get in the 3 hours I had spent staring at my ceiling, blasting music ended the second I saw his face. His very punchable face.

I turned my back to him, not wanting to see him any longer. The worst part about being his twin was being unable to even look at myself in the mirror without picturing him with Emma. "I don't remember saying you could come in."

"What's up with you? Why are you being such a dick?" He asked.

That was so rich. "Ohhhhh I'm the dick," I laughed. Get a fucking grip Grayson."

"Well I didn't do anything wrong, so yeah you're the dick dude." Grayson sat on my bed, much to my annoyance.

I sat up so I could look him in the eyes as he lied to me. How could he sit here and lie to me like he hadn't just blatantly flirted with Emma in my face just a few hours earlier.

"Just because we're twins doesn't mean we have to share everything Grayson. It's bad enough I have to share the same face with you." Annoyed was an understatement. Anything that would hurt him would be said. He needed to feel just as badly as I did.