Sugar Boo

2

It was late by the time we arrived at school, and we only had a few minutes before the first bell rang. Ethan pulled into a parking space under a shade of a linden tree. Thanks to his privilege of being a student-athlete, our time wouldn't be wasted on finding a place since he got an assigned parking spot for himself.

After turning the Jeep engine off, Ethan swiftly twisted his upper body to face me and I had to detain myself from stepping out because I actually thought he was finally willing to open up the reason for his moodiness before. Instead, he just focused solely on the black shirt that I was wearing. My curiosity only grew as I concentrated on his pink lips, waiting for the words that would come out.

"Is that cum?" he asked playfully, throwing a smirk my way.

My breath hitched. "What?"

Ethan pointed at the neckline of my shirt. "Did you jack off before coming here?"

A heartfelt, deep laugh escaped him. My eyes widened in surprise. I ran my fingers along the area below my neck and they came in contact with some white, sticky stuff -- Olivia's yogurt.

"No, it's something else." I looked at him in embarrassment that I was sure was radiating off of my face.

The corner of his eyes -- can I also just quickly mention the fact that he has such long and gorgeous lashes? Thank you -- got crinkled up and his razor-edged cheekbones rose high in response as he smiled. "It better be," Ethan said jokingly.

I reached out for the tissue dispenser which was mounted to the sun visor of his Jeep and pulled the tissues out to wipe my sister's mess off. The white excess was gone but the stain was still there. Apparently, it needed a proper cleaning to be removed.

"You have some-"

I might have pulled off the quickest flinch in my entire life when out of the blue, Ethan's body leaned over towards mine, resulting in me to widen my eyes and him to arch his eyebrows.

"Relax, Andy. I just want to get that eyelash off your cheek," he assured with a small laugh.

I wanted nothing more than to stick my head into my backpack. Way to go to make yourself more embarrassed, Andy. I mentally screamed.

"May I?" The look of seeking approval on Ethan's face compelled me to bob my head in a slight nod.

He went to place his hand on the side of my face while his thumb stroking the skin under my eye lightly. Throughout the time that he was fixating his attention on my face, I couldn't decide where to look; so, I ended up staring at the silver chain hanging delicately across his attractive neck.

Attractive neck? That was weird. Where the hell did that come from?

"Got it." Ethan held the tiny hair on the tip of his finger, mere inches from my face. "Make a wish."

"I don't believe in shit like that. Eyelashes don't grant wishes," I said back, unconvinced.

"You don't know that," he instantly replied. "Come on, just for fun."

"Fine." I gave in, sighing heavily.

I closed my eyes, wishing for something I knew that's never going to happen and blew it. And if he happened to ask me about what I wish for and think that I would tell him then he was dead wrong. I wouldn't say a thing, even if he got down to his knees begging.

My eyes flew open the moment Ethan unlocked his Jeep and got out, slamming its door behind him. I was utterly befuddled as he began striding towards the school entrance, slinging his backpack with one strap on one shoulder.