"without you, the smell of your perfume, reminds me when we were free, swear that it's still haunting me"
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1 year ago
5:13am
i wake up when an annoying iphone ringtone blares through the jeep. the phone is right beneath me and it doesn't take long for me to figure out that it's ethan's phone. his hand pulls it out of his front pocket and he squints his eyes when the bright screen shines in his face. when he figures out who is trying to reach him, he sighs in annoyance.
that doesn't stop him from gliding his thumb across the bottom of his phone screen to answer the incoming phone call. he puts his phone up to his ear as he looks at me, "hello?"
i can make out the muffled voice from the other line as a low male voice, and automatically assume it's grayson. who else would be awake calling ethan this early in the morning? the sun is barely up and if last night was a normal week night i would be at home in bed. sleeping.
"calm down, bro," my assumptions end up correct when i see that he's annoyed. that, and the fact that he called the person on the other line 'bro'. " she's literally on top of me right now."
i perk up when i realize that grayson was calling about me. my phone is broken, so faith probably had grayson call ethan after they realized the both of us were gone. i'm guessing they both tried calling me, but i turned it off after that asshole broke it and it went straight to voicemail.
grayson says something that causes ethan to roll his eyes and tighten his hold on me, obviously pissed off. "not like that, bitchass. we were sleeping in the back of my car before you rudely interrupted us."
i hear the other line rustling a bit before a higher pitched voice starts to talk. ethan listens with a not so amused expression on his face before he says three words that cause my heart to drop. "be there soon."
he hangs up on the person he was just talking to, and he looks at me again. i can tell that he's upset and tired, but that doesn't stop me from talking to him right after he sets his phone on his still bare chest.
"what's wrong?" i run my fingers through his hair as he contemplates what he's going to say to me next.
he shrugs his shoulders before he leans into the palm of my hand. "that was grayson asking me where you were because faith flipped her shit when she realized you left. after she called you twenty times she forced grayson to call me. i told him that you're okay, but faith still wants you to go back to our frat house so she can talk to you."
of course the only time i don't want her to care about me, faith wants me to leave the most comfortable place. not only that, but she wants to scold me for leaving a party she forced me to go to. all i want to do is lay here with ethan until we get so hungry that we have to go out to get mcdonald's together. i want to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with ethan just because i cannot get enough of him.
"of course she wants to talk to me." i sigh loudly. my head drops in order for me not to show him that i'm actually super pissed off, and my forehead hits his bare chest. his skin is super smooth and tan which is everything i have ever wanted my skin to be. it's sad because i've lived in california my entire life, but i'm still as pasty as i've been since i was born. it's embarrassing. "she always does shit like this."
he doesn't reply to what i just said only because he doesn't like feeding into things. if there's one thing i have in common with ethan, it's that we don't like drama. we don't like shitty people or being dragged into other people's lives when it doesn't concern us. the only reason why ethan didn't say anything about faith is because he's her friend and doesn't want to talk shit about her to me, and vice versa.
