It was a quiet ride to school, Ethan seemed deep in thought the whole time. When we got out of the car and into the school gates, I held ethan's hand gently in mine, intertwining our fingers in hope to gather his attention. He looked down at our hands, intertwined by his side, before looking up to smile at me.
"We don't want to start rumors" he smirked, carefully pulling his hand away from mine. I gripped his hand tighter, I didn't care if it started rumors, I wanted his attention. I wanted to tell him not to worry about this afternoon.
"I don't care" I protested. He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning over to place a soft kiss on my cheek. I smirked as he pulled away.
"Now that is going to cause rumors" I teased. He laughed before walking towards the Library to study. The first two lessons were quiet as usual, at lunch Ethan and I sat outside the library.
"She's so stupid" I complained, rolling my eyes in disgust. Ethan laughed before taking a bite out of his sandwich. I stared at my neatly packed lunch before pulling out my sandwhich. Under my sandwhich was a small packet of chips flavoured sour cream and chives. I replaced the chips with the sandwhich and pulled open the packet of chips with ease.
"Do you have to go to your dad's house this afternoon?" Ethan asked, breaking the silence. I stared at him, troubled by his question. I know he was only worried about me but that is exactly what I didn't want. I hated the fuss of other people worrying about me, it irritated me.
"It's going to be fine" I assured him "There are just a few thing that I need." I picked up a chip from the packet in my hand and popped it in my mouth. Ethan pulled his eyebrows together in fustration as he stared at his sandwhich.
"Please" he begged in a low voice "What if you get hurt?" I sighed, placing my chips ontop of my sandwhich before putting the lid on my lunchbox. My lunchbox was a plain, blue, plastic container. I placed my lunchbox in my bag, I was no longer hungry. Etahn watched as I stold up and slung my bag over my shoulders before heading towards the library.
"Wait!" He called, throwing his lunchbox into his bag and slinging it over one of his shoulders before running to my side. I smiled, taking his hand in mine before entering the library. I helped Ethan study until the end of lunch. The rest of the day seemed to fly by.
The final bell rang and I walked toward the bus bay, but I was stopped when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned to meet the gentle, hazel eyes that belonged to Ethan.
"My mum can drop you off at your dad's house" he offered to my surprise.
"Sure" I agreed "I'll meet you at the café at five." He nodded and smiled before intertwining our fingers and pulling me towards the car. I opened the door and slid into my seat, my fingers still intertwined with .Ethan's. Ethan opened his mouth to speak to his mum but I tugged at his hand to stop him. He looked at me in confusion.
"Still going to your dad's house this afternoon?" His mother asked in a merry tone. I nodded and she started the car. It was a quiet ride home, Ethan was still worrying about me. I climbed out of the car, pulling my hand away from Ethan's and waved before walking to the door of my house. I picked up a stone from beside the doormat and retrieved the house key from beneath it before placing down carefully. I unlocked the door and opened it, peering into the empty household. Empty beer bottles and pizza boxes were scattered around the couch. I stepped inside, closing the door silently behind me and placing the key in my pocket. I krept up the stairs, keeping away from any glass bottles until I reached my room.
My room was covered in clothes. It was as though a bomb had hit it or someone was looking recklessly through mymroom for something. I slid my bag off my back and swung it onto the bed before unzipping it and turning to my bedside table. I reached over and slid open the drawer before reaching in to produce a small red box. I opened the box, evaluating the silver ring inside. In the middle was a small garnet. My mother had given me the ring for my tenth birthday, a month before she died. I placed it in my bag and reached for the photo frame on my bedisde table. In the photo frame there was a picture of me and my mum at my sixth birthday. Her slim fingers were around mine as I held the knife in place above the cake and smiled at the camera. I placed it gently in my bag and turned to face my wardrobe. I stopped as I heard the front door open, remembering I had forgotten to lock the door.
