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"Its not you and i"
- Carley Rae Jepsen, tonight I'm getting over you
★★★
Ethan
My mother can be scary.
Trust me. She can be.
The day Ava ranted about me sleeping around with senior girl of my college, she almost murdered me through the phone.
I didn't want to die so young.
So as to save myself, I did the first thing that came in my mind. – I told her that Ava and I are dating and she said this to her only because she thought I was spending time with my friends more than her.
When i lied i thought it was a master plan. You know, the-academy-award-level-master-idea.
But today that i look back, I think it was the most shitty plan in the history of human race.
Avalyn and I? Together? Not a single chance.
But i was in deep shit already.
And by deep shit, I mean, a date.
A date with Ava is no better than deep shit anyways.
I looked around at all the girls in the restaurant.
Some were dressed in gowns, some in short summer dresses.
They looked classy, sophisticated but above all. They looked like girls. Unlike this piece of muscles and bones who claims to be a girl - aka Avalyn Thomas.
She was eating + If you can call stuffing-your-mouth-to-extent-that-your-face-starts-to-look-more-like-a-baboon-and-less-like-your-face eating. Then yes, Ava was eating.
"Will you eat like a human being for once." I said to her while a passing by waiter gave her a weird look.
Honestly, i don't blame that guy.
"What do you mean?" She said with her mouth full.
To be honest, she looked like she hasn't ate anything in centuries — though we had a family lunch in the afternoon only.
I shook my head at her and tried to eat too. However when someone is eating so nastily in front of you, food dosen't get down your throat.
"Ethan, is that you?" I wouldn't have paid attention to that question if:
a) it wasn't a feminine voice
b) it wasn't I-am-going-to-blow-your-mind-up-in- bed-level sexy.
I turned around
"Trixie?" If it was possible for my jaw to leave my face and drop to the ground and leave a permanent impression on the marble flooring of the restaurant, it did.
Trixie Hastings.
My death. No, really.
Trixie Hastings was one year senior to me during high school. She was the 'It-girl'. Honey blonde hair, banana figure, she was a freaking barbie doll - and mind you, she still is.
I always wanted to be with her. She was the girl I was fooling around with when I was dating Ava.
When Ava and I broke up, I was going to propose to Trixie officially. And I did. I was positive that she would say yes, but she didn't. And that was because of Ava — because she told everyone that I was impotent and my reputation went down the toilet and flush!
From Ethan-the-playboy I became Ethan-the- impotent-guy.
"Trixie." My voice came out more like a desperate-sigh than a recognition as I stood up to greet her properly.
She let out a l-am-sexy-and-l-know-it kind of smile.
"It's so nice to see you." She said and hugged me.
Do sexy girls do this on purpose?
Like i know you're going to get blue balls from excitement, but I'm still gonna drive your imagination wild.
Is it like that?
She stepped away as soon as i started to get cozy in her arms. She looked behind me and her smile dropped. "Who's she?"
"Who?" I looked behind me, and sat there my worst mistake, Ava. I let out an internal frustrated groan. "Trixie, she's-"
"His girlfriend." Ava said before i could tell that she was nobody. I turned around to glare at Ava. She gave a 440 volt bright smile "Avalyn Thomas."
She exactly know she was ruining my chances. And she was loving it so much.
