[listen to 'lovely' by billie ellish feat. khalid]
"y/n, i'm sorry.", ethan mumbles again and you look up into his puppy dog eyes.
"why'd you do it?", you simply ask, knowing what the answer was going to be already.
he snuggles up close to you and takes in a deep breath. "she forced herself onto me.", he chokes and you know he's lying again.
but really, why did you fall for him? For ethan grant dolan, the player? you had always seen this coming. ans yet, here you are, giving him another chance.
"it's okay, e-tee-wee-tee.", you coo cutely and ruffle his already tousled hair. you loved his hair so much.
he kisses your cheek and smiles. you brush away his tears and smile back. he's so wonderful, really, he is. if it only weren't his bad habit of liking more girls than one.
being his girlfriend isn't easy. you always have to be on the watch. you always have to have your eyes open.
"okay, babe. catch ya later. lacrosse training.", e squeezes a kiss onto your forehead and runs down the hallway.
you snatch my books from my locker and leave the school.
•the next day•
you can't find ethan anywhere. you look everywhere, even in the smaller areas where you'd never find a soul, but he's nowhere to be found.
you walk past the janitors closet and hear moans coming from inside. you groan in disgust and disbelief. they weren't really doing it at school.
"ethan..", a familiar female voice gasps and you roll my eyes.
you knew it. you snap open the door and hear a scream. you can clearly see two silhouettes. one is ethan, and the other one is your best friend.
that's the final straw that snaps apart in your heart, tearing open the stitches from what e did to you before.
you run down the hallway, crying your eyes out. you hear footsteps catching up with you. you wail.
"y/n, i'm sorry!", ethan calls put, his voice cracking you stop in front of the school when his arms wrap around your waist.
"let me go!", you scream at him and pull away from his loose grasp.
you turn around and see his hurt expression in his eyes. he's hurt? he's hurt?! fucking asshole!
you smack him right across the cheek.
hard.
he stumbles and looks up at you with the innocent look. such a good actor.
"i hope you treat your next one better, little dickhead.", you say before running towards the street.
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me editing;
cliché much.
xx,cece
