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eye contact is more intimate than words will ever be..

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violet's pov;

"So Ethan, you have any plans after high school?" my father asks. I look up to Ethan who was sitting opposite me on the table, as he removes his fork from his mouth.

"I'm planning to get a sports scholarship since I play lacrosse. I wanna go into that field I think." his eyes skim mine as if he didn't want to make eye contact with me.

As if he was lying.

"That's fantastic. I'm sure you'll get it! Violet over here is an artist. She's taken after her mother." my father smiles at me proudly and I smile back.

"Really? I've never seen any of your work before." Ethan says, looking up, his eyes locking with mine. I stare at him for a few seconds, his intense eye contact almost making me uncomfortable but in a weird way, it was nice?

"I'm sure she'll show it to you. Maybe you can show him some after dinner, darling?" my dad says, looking to me. My eyes break away from Ethan, focusing on my dad.

"Oh, um, yeah. Sure." I say, eating my food. My father and Ethan get into conversation, which I found incredibly weird and awkward. I finally finished and got up to clear everything.

"Don't worry about it. I'll clean up. Go and show Ethan some of your work." my dad says, loading up the dishwasher. I nod lightly, reluctant to show Ethan anything.

We weren't friends. We weren't even supposed to be like this. How the hell did this even end up happening? Ethan knew too much about me, too soon.

I couldn't even believe that we were going to be staying together.

Ethan brings two cups into the kitchen and my father takes them out of his hands.

"Go and show Ethan." my dad says. I roll my eyes and walk into the living room, up the stairs as Ethan follows me.

"Why did you decide to stay?" I ask him. He shrugs, his fingers playing with the small beard that was growing through.

"Your dad asked me to." he says. I fold my arms staring at him. Yeah, as if that's the only reason he stayed for dinner.

"So, you gonna show me your art?" he says.

"No Ethan. I'm not. We're not friends. We just fucked once and that's it. We're nothing more." I say. Ethan takes a few steps closer to me, somehow intimidating me quite a lot more.

"Don't piss me off babygirl," Ethan says. "Now, go show me your artwork." he says, before smiling like an innocent child. I roll my eyes at him and get out an A3 notepad that I had, filled with drawings.

Ethan takes it out of my hands and opens it, flicking through the portrait drawings. Most of them were of my mother, others were quite depressing as well as dark and gloomy. It was something that I poured my heart into since I was passionate about it.

"Damn, this is so good." Ethan says.

"What does this one mean?" he says, pointing out a particular piece. It was based around the idea of love and heartbreak; the loss of trust and loyalty was inscribed within the girl's head. She was consumed with these thoughts that never left her mind. Especially the lingering voice of 'why wasn't i enough'.

"Nothing. That's enough. I showed you. You can leave now." I say, grabbing it from him. I place it in the back of my wardrobe as Ethan stares at me, his brows furrowed.

"What was his name?" Ethan asks.

"What?"

"What's the name of the guy who broke your heart?" Ethan says, his voice softening. A side of him I had never seen before was clearly displayed in front of me right now.

"No one. Please can you leave now?" I ask. I didn't want him to know about me, about anything. He had no right.

Ethan reaches to my face, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. A look that I had never seen before washed over his face however, it disappeared quickly.

"See you soon, princess." he says, kissing my forehead. He leaves the room, grabbing his backpack as he left. I heard his footsteps as he went downstairs and heard the front door open and shut.

I looked to the ground, smiling at the small action that he had just done.

a/n: this was adorable & you guys agreeeee ik
vote & comment for more & maybe i'll throw in some smut bc i know thats why ya'll here lollls
lots of luvvv & dickkk,
-N

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