LEMONS//E.D

Two

As Pandora sat at her desk, she sighed and ran her hands through her hair. She looked back and forth between her biology book and her notebook, squinting at the pages. Her notes were jumbled and she couldn't focus on either book in front of her.

The girl heard a sharp knock on her balcony door. Groaning, she stood up, walked over to the door to open it slowly, only to notice the one person she didn't want to see standing on her balcony.

"Ethan, it's almost 4am, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Just came to say hi," Ethan smiled softly as he walked through the door of Pandora's balcony, uninvited.

"I don't care... now go away," Pandora sighed heavily once more. She sat back down at her desk to try and focus, hoping he would just leave like she asked. She should know better.

"You really wanna be inside studying?" Ethan asked like it weren't the middle of the night, cocking an eyebrow. He took a seat on the floor of Pandora's bedroom, right next to her computer chair, and rested his head against it.

"Actually... yes, I do, because unlike you, I actually care about my grades," Pandora scoffed, pushing her glasses up that slowly slid down the bridge of her nose.

Ethan shrugged, silent for a minute but staying put on her floor. Pandora rolled her eyes, turning her attention back toward her homework. It's no use arguing with him.

"Pandora?" Ethan spoke softly a few minutes later, his hand reaching to her thigh littered with light scars. He'd been staring at them.

"Oh my god, what, Ethan?"

"Can I kiss your thighs?" He hummed, but it was still enough to shock her attention away from her books.

"What? No, you can't kiss my thighs."

"The marks on your legs... I know what they're from," Ethan explained quietly. This softer side of him was different, almost enough to stop Pandora from being annoyed with him.

She swallowed harshly instead. "Why do you care anyway?"

"I don't want you hurting yourself anymore."

"Jesus Christ, just stop being so nice, Ethan. It's all an act, you and I both know it."

"I'm serious, Pandora. Just because we get on each other's nerves, doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"Cool... will you leave now?"

Ethan looked up at her, trying to show her he was serious, but she didn't give in. She didn't stop him from kissing his fingertips and placing it on the scarred area either, though her lips did part in shock when he did.

"Please... don't do it anymore." Looking up at her again, he heard Pandora sigh. She met his eyes, reaching for him as they drifted closer.

"No promises," Pandora gave him an innocent smile as she gently patted the side of his face before backing away from him.

"Try, for me?"

"Fine, I'll try," Pandora hesitantly agreed, mostly to get him to leave. She stood up from her chair and opened her balcony door, raising her brows and motioning for him to leave. With one last glance her way, Ethan listened this time.

It was only a couple minutes later when Pandora gave up on her work. It was late and she needed to sleep. Sighing, she closed her notebook along with her textbook before standing up and making her way to her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand, followed by turning off the lamp that sat on top of it.

As Pandora climbed into bed she sighed as she pulled the covers up over her body, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted off to sleep.

"Morning!" Pandora opened the front door to see Grayson holding out a cup from Starbucks with a grin. She smiled in return and took the cup from his hands.