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Chapter 12

Chapter 12

[Marie's POV]

Do you know how incredibly annoyed I am right now?

I mean, it's been a full nine days, 42 minutes, and I don't know however many seconds that Ethan and I have come in contact. Unfortunately he wasn't in class, either. So what? Is he avoiding me? I don't think I did anything wrong. Did I?...

"Marie, please stop staring at your phone. He's going to call!" Beth yells from the kitchen as she prepares a late night snack for our "sister date night".

"I don't understand. He makes this whole thing about stealing my phone and putting his number in, but he doesn't call or anything."

"Seriously? Stop over reacting."

With a loud huff, I chuck my phone across from me on the other side of the couch. "This sucks."

"Oh come on," my sister groans as she comes into the living room, setting down a bowl of her famous barbecued chicken wings, a beer for me, and a diet coke for her in hand. "He probably had things to do."

"When's the last time Nick's called you- no scratch that. When's the last time Nick's texted you?" I ask, raising my eyebrows in a knowing way.

Beth purses her lips, then lifts her drink to then as she takes a seat next to me. She mumbles something, but I don't quite hear her.

"What'd you say?" I ask, taking a swig from my own drink.

Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, "I said Nick texts me everyday. But it's different cause we're actually together."

True.

"Yeah I get that but...I don't know I guess I am over reacting." I sigh, taking a long drink from my now half full beer.

"Heyheyhey. Slow down, it's only Wednesday and I have to drive you back in about-" she trails off, leaning back against the couch and craning her neck to see the kitchen clock. "Now. It's 11."

"Ugh! No, I don't wanna go." I whine, nonetheless gathering my jacket and slipping my arms through the baggy piece of clothing. "Why can't class be like only allowed on Mondays and Tuesdays. It'd be so much more easier."

"Because you actually have to work for shit." Bethany oh so sarcastically remarks, earning her a "No shit Sherlock" glare from me.

She throws a sickly sweet smile my way before hopping off the couch and into the kitchen, "Do you want to bring the chicken back or no?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

She heartily laughs, "Okay." Beth chuckles, coming out with a plastic container. After she puts all the chicken in a container, she pushes it into my hands.

"Speaking of food. Do you still wanna open up a restaurant? Or has that changed."

"What do you mean by that? I've always wanted to open a restaurant." Beth bites back, obviously offended.

I give her a blatant look, "Beth, don't get offended. You know you change your mind about everything. I was just asking."

She just shakes her head, "Yes, I still plan on opening a restaurant. I'm just trying to find an investor 'cause I can't find it all on my own right now."

"Just ask Mom and Dad. They'll-"

"No. I wanna do this on my own." She interrupts, walking across the kitchen to retrieve her keys.

I don't know why, but Beth's always has been this 'I do it all by myself' kind of person. I mean I get it. Women empowerment and all that awesome stuff, but it's not necessarily a bad thing to ask for help.