emma's pov.
I awkwardly sit on the couch with Grayson, not knowing what to say or do. Luckily, he gave me some water which helped me stop crying.
Honestly, I don't even know why I cried. It all just got to me I guess.
Ethan was in his room, according to Grayson. For some reason, I wanted to talk to him. I don't know why, but I just did. Even though I didn't agree to being with him, we still could be friends. And I wanted to be there for him.
But he cheated on you and got somebody else pregnant.
But then again, I don't know if that's true. Kristina is a crazy bitch.
"Gray?" I finally speak up.
"Hm," he looks up at me. "Can I go, um, talk to Ethan?"
"Uh... sure. Yea, yea you can." He smiles.
I smile back before getting up and walking towards his room. I was pretty scared, but I tried calming myself down.
I lightly knock on his door, waiting for him to say something. "It's open."
I slowly open the door, walking in trying not to pass out of how scared I am.
"Grayson, nows not the time." He looks up and his eyes squint when he sees me.
"What're you doing here?"
"I never left," I say almost above a whisper.
"Why," he replies, coldly.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
"Emma, why the fuck do you care? Why are you asking me this shit?" He stands up from his seat, making me walk backwards a little.
"Because I wanna know if it's true."
"Wanna know if what's true?" He rubs his temple, finally sitting back down.
"If the baby is yours or not." I say quietly.
"Well it's not. Happy! Got your answer? Now fucking leave."
"That's not enough. You know it isn't."
"Then what is? Huh? You tell me." He leans back in his chair and looks at me.
"Just wait 'till the baby's born. Then you could take a DNA and proves it's not yours. Unless it is," I whisper the last part looking down at the ground.
"How would the baby be mine if I haven't even had sex with her! It's not possible!"
"I'm just trying to help, Ethan."
"Why? You don't even fucking like me," He scoffs.
"Thats not true." I sigh.
"It isnt? Then take me back. Right here right now. Bring me back into your life." He says standing up, only a few feet away from me. All of a sudden his eyes hold warmth. A little bit of hope, but also confusion. He tries to be strong but I can tell. I can tell he wants me to say yes. But I cant give him the answer he expects.
"I wanna be a good friend."
"Classic friend zone. Is that what you fucking came here for." He gets mad again, running his fingers through his hair.
"Ethan, you have to understand it's gonna take me some time," I say, but he just stands, on his phone. "Not everything happens the way we want it. Or when. You have to be patient with me ple-"
"Come on." He exits his room, leaving me standing there confused, but eventually following.
"Gray, I'm gonna go drop her. I'll be back." I see Grayson wave at me and smile. I wave back mouthing bye.
Ethan and I walk outside finally letting me speak.
"Who the hell said I needed to be dropped? I was going to book an uber." I stand there with my arms crossed. But he doesn't listen. He just gets in the car.
I groan, finally getting in also. "You know, you have no right to be mad. You never fucking listen." He starts backing out, still not answering. His jaws clenched and his hands are around the steering wheel tightly. His eyes are set on the road and refuses to look anywhere else.
"Are you done staring?" He finally speaks, still not moving his sight. I look down at my shoes in embarrassment, realizing I got caught.
"Ethan, please talk to me. You're making things way more difficult than they need to be." I plead.
"What's there to talk about? You just wanna be friends and you think that damn baby's mine." He says.
"So what do you want me to do? You want to go back to fucking dating? You want to never talk to you again? You want me to leave your life? What the fuck do you expect me to do! I try to talk to you about these things and you get mad, and when I don't you get mad. What the fuck do you want from me?" I spilled.
"I want you to get your shit straight! You cheat on me, come back to talk to me, then twist shit and say I cheated on you with Kristina, then think I have a fucking baby with her, and now want to help me and want to be my fucking friend! What kind of bullshit, Emma! What kind of fucking bullshit!" His breathes get heavier, and the car stays silent. The atmosphere is different now. Cold and uncomfortable. I didn't like where I was. I needed to get out of the car.
The things he said to me? Can you believe him? I try my best but my best is just never enough. I still cant believe he thinks I cheated. After all we've been through. He still thinks I cheated. The audacity he has.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" He finally says.
Maybe because you're a fucking dickhead.
I just stayed silent, refusing to speak. We finally reach my apartment and the car comes to a halt.
"Emma, I-" before he could finish I quickly grab my things and get out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride, asshole."
