foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

forty three

grayson: you okay?

brett, tyler and ethan kept their conversation going as they focused on the topic. grayson and i however, made eye contact when i turned my head to look towards the backseat. his gaze was serious, yet concerned.

i nod my head assuringly, looking down to type back.

me: i'm fine
me: just focused

a few seconds pass as i return to looking out the window.

grayson: i just didn't want you to be worried about the party
grayson: i know you...you worry too much

i smile at the words on my screen, but also remembering what happened last time i went to a party without them.

me: i'm not worried
me: you guys will be there this time

i flinch at ethan's raspy voice, "babe." my eyes perk up from my phone screen. "we're here." he states, removing the seatbelt from across his chest.

i take in a breath as i look out the dark window, scanning the frat house we were parked next to. the neighborhood around us was pretty much dead, aside from this one house playing music, as people continued to file in.

i unlatch the door on my side of the car, letting my feet hit the concrete. the air is sticky, and humid, making it harder to breathe due to my nerves.

you're with them, you'll be okay.

i glanced at a group of guys, standing around on the lawn, making eye contact with a few of them by accident. the smirks on their faces gave away what they were thinking; that i was alone.

i guess i didn't notice ethan walk around the car to meet me, as i jumped slightly when his warm hand came in contact with the back of my shirt, creeping underneath to my bare back.

"you okay?" his thumb moved up and down slightly, sending tingles up my spine.

i rest my hand on his chest, pulling myself closer to feel more secure. "there's just a lot of people here." i gesture my head towards the group in which i was just looking at.

ethan caught on pretty fast.

his face went from concerned, to angered. "do not", he emphasized "leave my side."

the small scar that remains above ethan's eyebrow reminds me of what happened the last time he got mad.

"ethan!" a boy with dark hair approached us, grabbing ethan's hand for a guyish greeting.

both ethan's mood, and the look on his face change. "brandon, dude what's up." i smile at the sudden happiness that rushed through ethan. brandon must be a pretty close friend.

both grayson and tyler greet him as well, it was pretty clear that the four of them had a past.

his eyes finally lock on mine, sending a smile. he breaks the contact, squinting his eyes in confusion at ethan. i must be the first girlfriend who wasn't just a hookup.

"this is eve." ethan almost blushes, turning his head towards me, "my girlfriend."

"nice to meet you." i smile, feeling ethan's hand rest on my back yet again.

a surprised yet proud look rests on brandon's face as he holds his hand out for me to take, "you too."

he led us into the house, barely fitting us through the doorway with the amount of people. it smelled of alcohol, as the air was thick and humid. bodies jumped up and down to the loud speakers, some looking at us as we entered. ethan's hand squeezed mine tightly, as he stared down every guy that turned their head. grayson and tyler followed behind, knowing quite a few people they bumped into. i swear i'm the only one here who doesn't have college friends.

we stop at a drink table in what seemed to be the center of the party. brandon left our group after offering us drinks, and allowing us to explore.

i glance down at the table, the colorful bottles looking utterly foreign to me. "what does this one taste like?" i tap ethan's chest, getting his attention.

he pulls me back from the table gently, "i told you, no alcohol." his voice was soft, yet stern.

grayson and tyler converse with others as they begin pouring drinks. my cheeks heat up with anticipation, knowing i'll be fine as long as i take it slow. "i'm thirsty." i whine.

he gets frustrated, bending down to a cooler below the table. a cold water bottle rests in his hands as he twists the cap open effortlessly. "here."

i sigh, taking both the cap and bottle of his hands, and putting them down onto the table.

my arms cross, "remember months ago at that party." i start, "you wanted to make me a drink, and i said no."

his hazel eyes study mine for a few seconds, trying to remember. they open slightly wider as he says, "yeah, but that was different." a pause settles between us until he adds, "i was different."

my bottom lip sticks out sarcastically as i tilt my head to the side, showing i was 'upset'.

he rolls his eyes playfully, "fine, but i'm making it light and you're only having one, yeah?" a smile creeps onto his face, as his lips come in contact with my forehead.

he grabs a red cup, his eyes scanning over the bottles in front of him. he focuses, resting both his hands on the table, defining his muscles. he takes three bottles from the selection. pouring a small amount of each into the cup. he tried it, then added more from a certain bottle. his lips take a sip from the cup again.

"its good." he nods his head with a smile, signaling he was done.

he steps closer to me, handing me the cup. "what's in it?" i ask, not knowing anything about what i was going to consume.

she shakes his head, wanting me to try it. "you'll like it." he smirks, "i promise."

i bring the cup to my lips, smelling it before i taste it. it smells of coconut, and strawberries. it tastes even better.

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sorry this is short, only a few chapters left stick with me

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