Chapter #2 : Who Are You?

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"Ethan? Is that you?"

That young man looks shocked and then he mumbles. Anyway, what is Ethan doing here? Is he going to visit his relatives? But what business does he have with Dad? His professor? But he's just 17.

"That miss from the bookstore? Uhh. What is it again? Emma? Em..."

"Wait a minute. You know my daughter? Then can I leave her to you? I need to buy Ellen some crab soup."

Leave me to him? Am I some kind of 5 years old girl?

"No problem, Mr. Rosewood. Leave her to me."

"Thank you. And be good to him, Emily."

"Okay, Dad. Mom's in the Refresh Market."

"So, what was it again? Emmy? Emmett?"

"It's Emily."

"Is it Emerald or..?"

He didn't listen to me at all, huh?

"Emily! I'm Emily Rosewood!"

"Oh yeah. It's Emily. Sorry, I'm terrible at names. How are you?"

"I'm fine. What are you doing here, by the way?"

"I'm doing some kind of mission here. Can you guess? If you can, I'll treat you the best fried chicken in this town!"

This guy.. Definitely looks alike but he's just like a different person.. Don't tell me Ethan has.. two personalities?!

"Are you really Ethan?"

"Uh.. Yes.. I'm Ethan, Em.. Ma?

"It's Emily. How can you forget my name so easily, huh? It's not even five minutes and you've already mistaken my name!"

This guy makes me frustrated. Really. I don't like him at all. He's definitely not Ethan. I'm sure. There's only one way to make sure of it.

"What book did I recommend you back in the bookstore?"

"Uhh.. It's Twilight!"

"Wrong.. Just answer me. Who are you exactly? Why did you act as Ethan?"

"Ughhh.. I was going to pretend to be that stupid brat for a little longer. But damn, I got caught. Ethan told me about this young pretty girl he met at the bookstore, he said her name is Em and then when you called me Ethan, I thought it's the girl Ethan met and he's right about you. You're pretty, so I decide to tease you, just a little actually."

"Then you're not Ethan?"

"I am but I'm not. I'm Aiden Peters and he's Ethan Peters. We've got same faces but what they don't realize is I'm more in everything than him. I'm more handsome, funnier, sexier, and I know you're thinking that I'm the most freaking awesome plus perfect guy you've ever met."

This guy.. He's and Ethan are both like heaven and hell. No words, I'm speechless.

"Hey, Emma. Say something! Are you that shocked meeting a handsome guy that looks like Brad Pitt so much?"

"EMILY. NOT EMMA."

"But you look so pretty, just like Emma Watson."

"You're a freak. Fine! Call me whatever you want. Anyway, I'm totally NOT agree with those perfect guy thing and you definitely don't look like Brad Pitt. I'm serious. And I'm not thinking that you're the most like what you said before. Honestly, I think you're too confident and overreacted."

"Maybe today you think that about me, but I warn you. I'm going to change those perspective of yours and make you see me, not only as a perfect guy, but also as a man. A man that's beyond your imagination. Just wait, Pretty."

"Whaa..at? Huft.. Whatever. Try! As hard as you can. I'm not gonna fall for you. Sorry. Now, just tell me what's your business here?"

"Actually, I saved her. Ellen. And I kind of know your parents."

"Uhh.."

"No need to thank me. I just happened to pass by and saw your little sister."

"But seriously, thanks. Uhh, Aiden?"

"No problem at all, Emma ;)"

And the next thing I know, my parents are back. They ask why we didn't come in. And Aiden answers lightly with a smile. A smile that I can't understand. My parents like him very much. They treat him like he's their son and I'm just a visitor. Even Ellen likes him. Don't you think he used some sort of magic? Weird.

And that makes me hate him more.

P.S. : The author said I become more aggresive and expressive when I talked about (and talked with) him. I've been like that since I knew him. It's not true, right? Okay. I admit it. But it's not like what you think. IT'S NOT LOVE. I just have to use a little bit more power when talking to him and because of it, I hate him. Really..

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