Till I met you; e.d

10

song for this chapter: feel something by Jaymes Young (highly recommend)
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"You could be the one to make me feel something."

Ambers pov

Monday, 11:30pm

The light from my phone screen was the only thing that filled the pitch back darkness of my room, as I laid awake in bed scrolling through snapchat.

I sighed loudly as my finger skipped through the twentieth story, showcasing the events of today's fight on my screen.

I swear social media is a toxic place. People can't do anything these days without it being spread all around the internet for everyone to see.

I did feel bad for Caleb..I really did. But, ever since this morning my mind had been stuck on Ethan.

For some reason I felt guilty for what had happened. Like it was my fault.

Maybe if I hadn't tried so hard to get close to Ethan, or got so drunk on Friday, there wouldn't be rumours about us.

What if he doesn't want to talk to me anymore? I mean, I wouldn't blame him.

That fight got both boys suspended for two weeks.

I don't know what Ethan's parents are like, but if they're anything like mine; he would be in deep shit.

My thoughts were suddenly cut short by the sound of my phone buzzing, relighting my screen up.

Unknown:
It's Ethan, come meet me somewhere. I need to see you.
11:35pm

My whole body suddenly buzzed with nervous butterflies as I read the message over and over.

Anxiously, I pressed my lips together, thinking of a reply.

Me:
Meet me at the beach in 10.
11:37pm

Unknown:
Leaving now baby x
11:38pm

A subconscious smile instantly painted onto my lips as I read over the last part; only increasing the amount of butterflies already in my stomach.

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12:00am

My heart pounded through my body, making me feel nervous as I made my way towards the tall dark figure on the beach, I presumed to be Ethan.

"Hey." I spoke softly as i reached Ethan's dark figure, which was sat on a large rock near the shoreline.

"Hi." Ethan tilted his head up to look at me, causing a small gasp to quickly leave my lips.

My stomach dropped at the sight of his beaten face.

His cheek was cut and bruised, and there was still dry blood clung to the edge of his nose, which luckily didn't seem to be broken.

Even in the dark I could see his red glossed over eyes, signifying that he had been crying.

This poor boy looked a mess.