perfectly wrong | ethma

five

ethan

another day goes by without a word from jen. she hasn't been at school and she's not at home after school or at practice.

"have you seen jen?" i ask emma in the hallway.

"no," she says quickly.

she doesn't make any eye contact.

"emma?" i ask her. "why can't you look at me?"

she doesn't say anything. i continue to look at her.

"i haven't seen her," she says.

"well, have you seen grayson? he disappeared last block," i tell her.

her eyes widen.

"emma," i say. "you know something."

she looks down. "no i don't," she says quietly.

"you're a terrible liar," i say.

she looks up at me. "i don't know where they are,"

"but you know something?" i ask.

"i, um, i have to get to class. i hope you find them," she says and walks away.

i walk with her even though we aren't going to the same place.

"emma, please. you know something."

she sighs. she's making eye contact with me.

"i'm sorry, ethan. i need to go to class," she says and walks away fast.

emma

why didn't i just tell him? he's going crazy not knowing. he deserves to know. i just don't want to be the person to tell him.

i pull out my phone and text grayson.

emma: where are you?

he didn't respond the entire class.

ethan

i leave school. i didn't want to be there anymore. i drive home and i see that graysons car is in the driveway. why is he home?

maybe he's sick. i'll bring him up something to eat.

i walk into the house and to the kitchen. i grab a box of crackers and grab a gingerale in case he's nauseous or something.

i make my way upstairs and towards his door. i reach for the door knob when i hear noises coming from inside.

tv? movie?

"oh my god, gray.." i hear a moan.

i know that voice.

not knowing what i was doing, i fling the door wide open.

she flops to the other side and covers herself up and grayson is frozen in place. i walk over to graysons dresser and set down the gingerale and crackers.

"i thought you went home sick, so i brought you some crackers and gingerale." i say. "but really you're just fucking my girlfriend. real nice. real fucking nice,"

"ethan, wait!" i hear jen say. i hear them both fumbling to throw some clothes on.

i make my way downstairs and back outside into my car. i drive away from them.

what the fuck.

emma:

i skip practice to go check up on ethan. he left after our conversation and i really needed to talk to him. i don't know what i'm going to say. should i tell him?