AN// TRIGGER WARNING: bullying :(
(ethan's pov)
We were sitting on the swing set next to the school. Grayson dug his converse into the sand. "You're going to break her heart if you do that Ethan." He said.
"She has a heart?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him. He shook his head. "But I have to tell her it's a dare bro,"
"Yes, E. She has a heart, and so do you." I sighed, in frustration. "Even if you pretend it doesn't exist. It's there, bud. Always has been, always will be." He said.
"So I can fall in love then, huh?" Grayson sighed. "Fuck." My grip on the swing's chain tightened.
"You're in love with her?" He asked. My head turned to look at him quickly. "E, dude." I shook my head quickly.
"No, what?" He sighed again. "I'm not in love with her, what're you talking about?" I asked. He shook his head looked at me.
"You like her." He said. I shook my head no. "Yes you do, I'm your twin brother from god's sake, you can't lie to me." I still shook my head,
"No I don't Grayson, why would I like her?" I asked with an eye roll.
"You tell me," He said getting off the swing. "Why do you like her?"
"I don't know, why do I fucking like her?" I muttered.
"So you do like her." I looked up to see Grayson, with a smug look on his face.
"No shit, she's perfect."
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(y/n pov)
"Bet you've finished that essay already, huh?" You turned around, only to be hit in the arm. You stumbled back into a locker and sighed. "Look at you," She sneered, and walked off.
You sighed and fixed your shirt, and grasped your books. You looked around to see people staring like this was something new. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and walked down the hall. You walked into the bathroom quickly but stopped as you heard voices.
"Honestly though, she's clearly fucked up," You knew they were talking about you and turned to leave. "I feel so bad for her family." You shut your eyes tight and sighed.
"I know," Another voice. "I'm surprised she's still alive." You held back a tear as you grasped the bathroom handle.
"Right?" You opened the door slowly, "If I had a face like y/n's, I'd kill myself." Thye laughed. Pulling open the door, you walked back into the loud hallways.
You walked into the last class of the day and sat in your usual seat in the back. You sighed, waiting for Ethan to come in. You thought back to what those girls had said to you earlier and rested your head on your desk.
"Hey," You looked up to see Ethan walking towards you to his desk next to yours. You gave him a smile. "You okay?" He asked. You nodded.
He nodded, plopping his backpack next to yours on the floor. You sat back and crossed your legs, trying to look like you had yourself together. "How was your weekend?" You asked him. He shrugged.
"Nothing special, I guess, just the usual," You nodded, opening your binder. "What about you?"
You were bullied at school. That was an understatement actually. You were tortured at that hellhole. You hated it there. You never understood why, but everyone hated you. Everyone. Not a single person of the student body cared to respect you as a human one bit. Well, everyone except Ethan.
"Uh, it was okay," You said, as your teacher walked into the class, the bell ringing.
Ethan sat next to you in English by seating plan. You couldn't do anything about it, and neither could he, really. But just a couple weeks ago, he actually talked to you, out of absolutely nowhere. As confused as you were, you weren't complaining. You didn't mind his company. He was actually nice to you.
