Our Toxic Love

Chapter Forty Eight

-Ethan's POV-

"MILLER, WHERE YOU AT?" I hear someone yell from downstairs.

I lie in my bed with the pillow over my face. Seconds later, someone takes it off and tosses it on the floor. Matt.

"What do you want?" I groan, rolling over.

"I want my drunk buddy back," he says, shoving me off the bed. I hit the ground with a thud, my muscles aching.

"Fuck you," I say, getting to my feet.

"There's a party tonight. My house. You have to come."

"It's Sunday," I point out.

He shrugs. "So? That never stopped you before."

"I'm a little tired-"

"Don't be a pussy," he throws a pillow at me.

"Dude, cut that out," I snap, collapsing on my couch.

"It's Senior Ditch Day, no one's going to school tomorrow anyway," Matt says.

"Okay," I say, uninterested.

Matt pauses. "I can get Ariana to come too."

I hide my sudden amusement. "Okay. And?"

He rolls his eyes. "We both know you're obsessed with her."

"I'm not obsessed with her."

"But you like her."

"I... don't."

"Really?" He frowns. "Then you wouldn't mind if I took her into my room and ran my tongue all over-"

"No, stop, stop," I screw my eyes shut, trying to rid the painful images in my head. "Don't make me imagine that, it's gross as fuck when you do it."

His blue eyes widened. "So you've done it then? When?"

"I didn't," I lie, avoiding his stare.

"You obviously did, you're fucking blushing like a nine year old girl."

I grit my teeth. "Fine. Okay. We did some... stuff after we left the party during the ski trip. Happy?"

He smirks. "Was she good?"

"Yes."

Matt already knows that the first time I told him that Ariana and I fucked, I was lying.

I stand up, walking over to the dresser, but Matt grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me back.

"You know I wanted her first," he says.

I laugh. "She hates you. Take a hint."

"And, what, you think she wants you?" His eyebrow creases.

"She let me eat her out, of course she does."

He pauses. "How'd she let you do that?"

I shrug. "She was drunk."

"Drunk. Huh."

He's making his way to the door when he stops and turns to me.

"Party starts at nine," he reminds me.

"I'm not going."

"There's gonna be beer. And loads of cigarettes."

I hesitate. "So, it starts at nine?"

-Ariana's POV-

I'm sitting on the couch, snuggled next to Nathan and watching a movie when my phone rings.