Chapter 11

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Previously: "oh I'm totally whipped. Just for you though."

We get to where Ethan was talking about. It's an over look. The city looks really quiet and peaceful. I get out of the car not even caring that I'm just in my pj's anymore and sit on the edge. Ethan sits next to me. "I remember a couple things. About you. But they felt more of like a dream. So I'm not totally sure if it really happened or not." "Tell me about them and I'll let you know." "Well, while I was sleeping I had this dream that I bumped into you and Grayson at the store." "You remember Grayson but you can't remember me?" Ethan scoffs. "Just let me tell you. Please? I want to know if who I'm thinking of is the right person." Ethan glares at me But doesn't say anything more. I take it as my chance to continue on. "We bump into each other at the store and Grayson starts talking to me but you look uncomfortable." "I always look uncomfortable." Ethan mumbles. I continue on. "Grayson is talking to me but I have no idea what he's saying. I can't focus on him because-" I cut myself off. Should I tell him? What if was just a dream? What if all of this is pointless because it didn't really happen? I'll just look stupid. And crazy. Ethan probably won't want anything to do with me anymore. "Why can't you focus on him?" "I'll sound stupid" "cmon, I won't tell anyone" "I can't focus on him because all I can see is you and every part of me just wanted to make you stop being uncomfortable and smile" I rush out. Ethan looks down and plays with his shoelaces. "Then what happened?" "Grayson touches my arm and you look even more uncomfortable and I start feeling uncomfortable, so I brush his hand off and leave as quickly as possible." We sit in silence for a couple of minutes. "What's the other memory?" Ethan seems upset by what I've already said and I don't want to make it worse. I might not remember him properly, or at all possibly but some part of me tells me I can't lose him. Not yet. "We don't have to talk about it" "no, tell me. I want to know what else you remember" I sigh "I'm at a party and I see you, Gray, and Ryan standing in the kitchen with all of your wrestling teammates." Ethan nods for me to keep going. "Ryan calls me into the kitchen and I ask him what he wants. It makes everyone laugh. Grayson says some guys across the house are eyeing me and he doesn't like it. But the way he was acting was so-" I stop and try to think of a word to best describe it "protective?" "I guess you could say that. But it was making me uncomfortable. And it looked like it was making you uncomfortable too. So I go to leave and the three of you follow me when I go to find Sidney. Grayson was being way too touchy feely. I still feel uncomfortable from it. And it might not have even actually happened." "No, I remember that night too. Those guys were talking about getting with you long before we even said anything. They way they were talking about you was so disgusting and not at all how you should treat women. It made me sick. I had asked Ryan to call you over to us because I could just tell if we left you alone for a second longer you wouldn't have liked what would've happened. I still didn't have the guts to talk to you yet, so Grayson took on the lead of being the 'protective' human for you. I just hated that it wasn't me because I was too scared to say anything." "So the party actually happened?" "Yeah" "Ethan I-" my phone starts to go off. It's Ryan. I roll my eyes and silence it. "You-" I feel my phone vibrate again and this time it's a text "wya? All ur stuff is here but u rn't?" "What's it say?" "Its just Ryan wanting to know where I'm at" "even ur car is here. Srly where r u?" "We should head back. He seems pretty worried." Ethan nods and we both get up heading back to his Jeep. "I'm fine. I'm just out. I'll b there soon." "U went out alone? This early in the morning? U hate mornings." "I'm not alone Ry. I'm fine. I swear." I hear Ethan's phone go off too but he ignores it pulling out of his parking space and heading back to my apartment. I wish I could remember more about Ethan.

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