Fight // Ethan Dolan

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===== (Y/N's P.O.V)

"Your boyfriend's sober. Isn't he?" My best friend laughed. I rolled my eyes at her, screaming over the music,

"Yes. He is. But that doesn't mean anything." I smiled as we tossed back another round of shots. Y/BF/N glanced at him from across the room,

"It doesn't, but I mean, it wouldn't hurt him. Would it?" She shook a bottle of lightweight alcohol at me. I pursed my lips,

"It wouldn't, but I'm not getting him drunk."

~Ethan's P.O.V~

I didn't like how the atmosphere at the party felt. I managed to keep to myself, but there were drunk people everywhere. I walked over to where Y/N was talking with her friend,

"Babe?" I sat next to her. She was barely tipsy, I could tell,

"Yes?" She giggled. I nodded my head towards the rest of the party, getting close to her ear,

"I'm not really liking it here." I looked over at her friend. Y/BF/N filled a shot cup and slid it over to me,

"Here you go, boy. Loosen up." Y/N's head snapped up,

"Y/BF/N, I told you-" I put a hand on her shoulder and tossed back the drink. It burned, but I didn't mind,

"It's fine, babe."

~Y/N's P.O.V~

My jaw dropped,

"19 years sober. Down the fucking drain." My eyes went wide,

"What the fuck Ethan?!" I snatched the shot glass. He sat back in his chair,

"It's no problem, babe. Relax." He got himself another one. After that, the night was blurred by drinks, laughing, and... other stuff. I stumbled into a bathroom and took a breather,

"Wow. I-" I dry heaved. I shook it off and walked back out into the party. I leaned back against a wall and a guy walked up to me,

"Hey cutie." He looked me up and down. Even drunk me knew what was going on. I sneered,

"Who're you?" I knew I wasn't speaking right. He bit his lip,

"Drunk. Just like I like them." His hand slid up my left thigh and tugged on my belt. All of a sudden, he was thrown backwards. I started coming to decent senses,

"What the fu-" Ethan, drunk over his head, stepped in front of me,

"Hey douchebag, stay away from my girlfriend." His back straightened. The douchebag straightened,

"What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?" He shoved Ethan. Ethan's fists clenched and he wound up, knocking the guy straight in the nose. I gasped, but before I could do anything, Y/BF/N yanked me out of the way. I pulled against her,

"ETHAN, STOP IT!" I kept struggling. Ethan was rampaging, knocking the guy senseless. I screamed and hid my face in Y/BF/N's shirt. I turned again and broke away from Y/BF/N and grabbed Ethan,

"GET. OFF. OF. HIM!" I dragged him across the floor and out the door. Once we were out of the direct line of fire, I pushed him against a wall,

"What the hell was that about?!" I crossed my arms. Ethan leered lazily,

"He was hitting on you and I did somethin' about it." He shrugged. I sneered,

"So your first resort was to fight him? Do you think I can't handle myself?" I was pretty sobered by then. He licked his lips,

"Well, sometimes I wanna do it for you." He straightened against the wall,

"Is there something wrong with that?"

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