He isn't my Boyfriend [O.H]

05

The teacher told us to sit with our partners but I found nobody to be my partner. Finding it odd I told the teacher and he told me to wait, saying that eventually someone will show up, but no one did.

Instead, a team of 3 came up and said the 3 of them had the same alphabets.

"Well then you 3 E's can do rock paper scissors and the odd one out can team up with Peter. I guess I mixed up the printing." said the teacher.

The E team? Then that means Ethan may become my partner! Boy this could go wrong. I praised for Ethan to win, please god please.

"Okay then Ethan it is. Now go sit with your partner boys." The second I heard I was teamed with Ethan I was literally shocked.

Wow....so much luck for me now, huh? How can an E team guy become a F team by losing a small game? It made absolute no sense. This was ridiculous. This whole shit was ridiculous.

We moved our seats to sit with our partner. How am I supposed to speak to him when I'm pissed at him?

He opened up first like nothing happened, so I too at least tried my best to act as I'm not pissed at him.

We agreed that we would have to meet after school several times because this project was due to next month. Plus, we only had this class 2 times a week, and that wouldn't be enough time to finish it. He said we could go to his place after buying some stuff for the project.

After school ended...

I met Ethan at the lockers after telling Smith I was going with Ethan. We didn't talk from meeting at the lockers until we got to the supermarket. The silence through the ride was awkward but better than rather talking to this asshole. I had expected the anger to fade off around lunch time but no luck, the anger kept spinning in my head. When we arrived at the supermarket I listed the things we would need.

"We need colour papers, markers and some other-" While listing the list I was reaching for the markers on the top of the shelf but couldn't reach it. 

A little bit more, just a little bit. Then I felt someone behind me, then a hand went over my hand and grabbed the markers. I turned around to find Ethan tossing the markers in the basket and going down the isle. I felt my face getting slightly heated. 

Wait, what? Why am I blushing?

"Come on you lazy head I'm not going to shop all by myself." Ethan called down the isle.

That dickhead...ugh..

After we got everything we needed we headed to Ethan's place. When I got there a man greeted us.

"Hey Ethan- oh, and you are?"

"I'm Peter. Ethan's classmate." I replied. 

"Really? I haven't met Ethan's friend since middle school. Nice to meet you, I'm Ethan's dad."

"Nice to meet you too. So-"

I was about to say something but Ethan pulled me by my arm and dragged me upstairs. Although I was stuttered I tried to give a smile to Ethan's dad to be polite. Ethan dragged me to a room which looked like his room. As we got in he shut the door and looked at me with a pair of eyes full of anger.

"Hey that was rude, I was in the middle of a conversation with your dad! What is your problem?"

"That's exactly my problem. Why would you have a conversation with him?"

"Why wouldn't I? I can't just ignore him, can I? Or you could of just not brought me here in the first place if you didn't want me to meet him."

"I didn't know he would be here, he would usually never be here at this time, he doesn't come home till midnight."

"Well then next time we can go to my place since I live alone. HAPPY?"

"Wow, you tell me that now? What a perfect timing. Way to go Peter, you could have told me in class."

"I thought- ugh, forget it, let's just do this fucking project. I want to go home by 5."

"What? 5? 5!It's 4 right now."

"I know, but I need to work on my homework and everything and if you think we would need more time then there are days called Saturday and Sunday that we could use."

"No. Hell no. I'm not using up one of my weekends for this dumb old project."

"We'll see about that. Now chop chop we don't have all day to do this shit."

We started on the project. It wasn't that easy than I thought, I figured that it would take more time than I expected if we were going to be this slow. We had to make a brainstorming, a board, a presentation, lines to say while we present and to show the teacher. A long way to go, a long way...