Kissing Ethan

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Beautiful pearls of rain were down pouring everywhere. I have always enjoyed and cherished the earthy smell of rain. The soothing comfort that used to calm my soul before, was now making me feel pain and restless as the grey clouds stretched over the rainy sky.

I wish I had bought my favourite red umbrella. It was my favourite because it was a gift from my grandmother on my twelfth birthday.

She used to say this red polka-dotted umbrella was mom's favourite and even though mom was not with us anymore, this umbrella would always carry her essence and will protect me from the downpours.

Now I was entirely drenched by the rain, nearly shivering in this freezy weather. My quest for an umbrella went as futile as knocking on a deaf person's door. I didn't want to protect myself, in this moment, all I wanted was to protect a mesmerizing species of human who has been standing right in front of me at the bus stop, equally drenched and staring so intently into my eyes.

I wished for him to leave me alone and go away,if not for me then at least for his sake.

Watching me tremble due to the cold, he pulled his dark leather jacket out and gently wrapped it around my upper body. His warmth started invading through my frigid exterior. I should have thanked him but at that moment, I didn't.

Since when did my heart got replaced by a rock inside my chest? Maybe it was him who turned me like this.

Those sparkling deep dark pool eyes were reflecting a thousand emotions but in return mine were blank.

People were wondering what was he doing here at the bus stop, with his car being parked beside him.

But he kept all his attention on one person in particular and that was me.

"It's over Ethan, you and me, we are done."

Thud. I heard a thunder roared across the rainy sky.

"I love you, Skylar, why are you doing this to us?" He painfully whispered, making me wince.

"Don't say such words that you don't mean. To whom you are lying? "I blurted out.

"I am not lying. You would know so only if you fucking look at me Skylar! Do you think I am telling an untruth?

He was taking a step ahead, pulling my hands in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, letting me know he was still here for me.

He was trying to convince me in his way. Was he trying to convince me or is this another way of him trying to manipulate me?

I don't think my mind could comprehend the difference anymore.

No, no! I can't look at you. I don't want to become vulnerable again.

"It does not matter anymore, Ethan. You are not the one to whom I cherished and loved, You became entirely someone else, or maybe you were you but I was the blind one who failed to see you. You know what! Ethan, I don't even love you, 'cause you don't deserve it" Never in my life I had ever thought that I could lie so easily.

"No baby, you saw me! You saw directly through me which everyone failed at doing so. You can't abandon me like this, we need to talk to sort things out, can't end everything which we had built up." He spoke all those words so easily as if nothing has ever happened. I was the one crying already but I was extremely thankful for the rain which has been masking my tears, emotions and feelings.

Why now Ethan? Why could not you think about it before? Was this your plan from the very beginning?

"We are talking and now there is nothing to talk about it's you who abandoned me. I hate you" I spoke with a heavy heart, making him flinch.

I don't remember how long we have stared at each other, thinking about every moment that we shared.

All I wanted to do was to escape from him but his magnetic eyes were so connected with mine that I forgot to move and breathe.

After what seemed like an eternity, I noticed the arrival of the bus. Without breaking our eye contact he slowly leaned forward to kiss me.

Our lips were just a centimetre apart when he whispered –"Please Skylar doesn't go away from me. You are mine and only mine! I am begging you, please don't do this us."

Saying this he pulled our bodies together and placed his beautiful soft lips over mine.

This could have been very romantic. Kissing your loved one in the rain, but here we are breaking up something that wasn't even there in the first place.

His lips were begging me to not go, to open up myself, to not end this wobbling, fragile relationship that was built upon games and lies.

I was not going to back down, so I pinned my fingers into fists, resisting the urge to curl them around his neck and withstood my desire to kiss him back.

"I was never yours Ethan, loving you was my biggest mistake which I don't want to repeat. Try to forget me, cause I will be doing the same" saying this I nearly ran inside the bus, as fast as I could.

I guess this was the end for us.

The back of my hands were shaking while I wiped those damn tears that were now flowing endlessly and I was not in a state to control them.

Even though I was the one who pushed him away, my heart could not stop longing to get one last look at him.

So I peeked outside with hurtful and tear stroked face through the glass window watching him bang his fist in his car's window, shattering the glass into pieces, just like he did to my heart.

Blood was dripping from his hand but all he was not even paying attention to it. His piercing dark eyes were pinned upon me, begging me not to go.

But I did not. I could feel his pain. I hugged myself tightly, pulling his jacket around my body, inhaling his musky scent for one last time.

Tears started to overflow uncontrollably from my eyes mixed with pain, helplessness and love.

As my heart began to feel heavy and helpless, my mind started to reminisce about how it all started with Ethan, after that one kiss.

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Kissing Ethan

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There are two things you should know about me. At eighteen, I was still a virgin and second, well you are about to know it soon.

"I HATE SHOPPING". I shouted at the top of my lungs with annoyance.

There, now you know the second thing about me too.

Yes, I know it's a very simple and last sentence in the world whom almost every girl of my age that I know never thinks of saying.

Guess I was built differently.

Now it's not like I always dreaded shopping. I won't be wrong if I would say that I can shop online for life.

For me, online shopping is a blessing in disguise. If you tell me to shop for books, I would give you my heart right at that moment.

In case you haven't already guessed, let me disclose ladies and gentlemen, I Skylar Carter love books more than people. In short, I am a nerd, and a proud one too, thank you very much.

My friends always wondered why I hated it so much? Well here's the brief version.

Calculating my monthly budget every time I select something to try on or end up buying is truly exhausting, makes me feel like I am walking on some minefield or straight into a war zone.

When you belong to a lower-middle-class family, trust me, money is always the permanent concern before anything else.

My one and only family member, my beloved Grandmother knew exactly how much I hate it, but still, I don't know why she was constantly insisting to do so.

I know why. So you see three days ago I turned eighteen. Yay! *pops champagne cough cough underage alert! Coke*

So what's so special about it? Well, coincidentally that day I also received a mail that gave me one of the greatest pieces of news of my life. So before summer vacation, I applied to transfer myself from my previous school, and guess what! I got selected to enrol in Archibald Academy for my senior year and the cherry on top was with a full-on scholarship ride baby.

Guess my high school life just got bigger and hopefully better.

So yeah I will be freaking pop up some expensive champagne shit, at least in my mind so piss off.

Archibald Academy was one privately owned top tier school, not only in Boston but also in the whole USA.

It's a school for the elite or you can say rich, spoilt brats who only know how to spend money.

And you can enrol there on three ways: first, you need to be rich like you must belong to the apex level of 1% filthy rich community.

Second, you have to be in contact with someone from the inside higher authority circle of the academy.

And third, you have to be one mad genius or some freaking promising next in future 'Einstein' level scholar.

And I am none of the above, I got in there with my 4.5 GPA academic background and national level athletic track record.

Yes, I love to play and read.

Not only the academic program, like their tagline 'Aim For Excellence' the institution itself has top-notch benchmarking performance.

Archibald Academy has set a record of 100℅ admissions into ivy league institutions for its scholar students program in which I was more than interested to enrol in.

And don't even make me talk about their library, I can spend the rest of my life there without any complaint.

It's like a dream come true for me.

No matter how much comfort I may feel in my hoodies, jeans, sneakers and well sports shoes, According to my Gran, for me to 'fit in' in that school, I seriously need to revamp my wardrobe.

Ugh, do I need to though? I should convince her more politely I guess.

"Gran you should be watching your cooking channels, stop this shopping shit" Yes that's exactly how I convince people while being polite.

I tried to divert my Grandmother from her make 'Sky suffer' mission.

"Shut up Sky, I have already planned out everything, all you need to do is go to the mall with Chris and have some fun. And don't worry about money, it's a present from your ' God rest his pure soul in peace' Grandfather and me."

Guess 'mission Sky suffer locked and loaded.

Oh, my Grandmother never backs down. At seventy my Gran is all healthy and active. Sometimes I believe she is much more lively and energetic than me.

After the death of my parents, and my little brother three years ago, she was the one who took care of me, unconditionally.

My social life has never been as active as my Gran's, so she expects to bring some 'spiciness' into my life. But I have no time to stick into a relationship. And yes, at present I don't have time for this shopping shit.

"Wait, what with Chris! You old lady you want to fix me with my best friend?"

I forgot to tell you about Chris, well he has been one of the most important people in my life. Tall, tanned, freakishly smart, super cool and handsome, and filthy rich, also he goes to Archibald Academy as well.

"Oh young bird, age is just a number and I am not old. Not yet. Skylar Josephine Carter, at your age this old lady had at least had three boyfriends and all were handsome hunks, but look at you, you don't even have one, what's wrong with boys by the way ?"

God, I wish I could answer her question honestly, but as I don't know what to say so I looked down to the floor.

"Answer me Sky, wait don't you like boys? I mean are u a lesbian" Gran fired back to me.

"No Gran! I am not a lesbian, I do like boys, but never really got attracted to one."

I did date some boys during my sophomore and junior year, but seriously, I could not even find an ounce of attraction between them and me. Well, particularly I don't even know that what I have been looking for and what I want in a boy to stick into a relationship.

Looking at my stillness, Gran laughed at me ."Easy Sky, just kidding, although I would proudly support you even if you go for girls besides why don't u date Chris? He is a handsome guy" Gran spoke dragging the quilt away from me to wake me up.

"Gran, I know he is very good but he is my bestie, nothing more than that, and if you are talking about a relationship, then sorry to burst your bubble, I don't have any time for it," I said making a disgusted face.

Chris and me! No way. My close ones have always mocked me to hook up with him, but that sounds kinda ridiculous and I know he feels the same way too.

"Anyway he is here, You are going shopping and that's final." Gran declared.

Chris is here?

When did Gran call him? No one even cares to inform. Gran has lost her mind. Without a word, Gran left my room. Now her mission was accomplished, she was grinning and humming down the stairs.

I got out of my bed and head for the bathroom to get ready and guess for what? SHOPPING'!

Welcome to Sky's ruined Sunday y'all.

I washed myself up, fixed my mid-waist reaching wavy blonde hair into a ponytail, applied some lipgloss and made my way downstairs to the drawing-room.

Gran was in the kitchen, baking my favourite lemon tarts.

I shoved one into the mouth and Jesus! If this is not heaven then I don't know what is.

Grandmother always loved cooking, she followed her passion and now proudly owns a restaurant here in Boston.

Even though it's small and cosy, it's still got its warmth of delicious delicacies that makes people feel like eating at home.

I have always felt immensely proud and pleased in helping Grandma out with managing the restaurant.

With a short staff and me going to school, sometimes I worry how would Gran manage to do it all.

Even though she always reassures me, I still sometimes get worried about her.

I saw Chris sitting on the couch, casually one arm slinging over and legs crossed. His gaze was solely fixed on some documentary about aquatic animals that were going on Discovery Channel.

Chris looked even more handsome in his khakis and a buttoned white shirt that has something written over it, but I couldn't read it clearly due to his sitting position.

"Hi handsome" I greeted Chris by planting a kiss on his cheek.

"What took you so long Sky?" He asked taking off his eyes from the TV.

"Hope you had a great morning "I teased him looking towards Gran.

"Oh yes of course I was actually until your grandmother called me to shop you I mean to take you shopping "He huffed playfully.

"Dude, that's what I love about you, always ready to give me company," I replied to him honestly.

"Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls.

"Liar"

I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what's written on his Shirt

*MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold!

"You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that 'smile' with 'fart' and you are good to go" I teased.

"Oh I have a better one, next time we will go somewhere I will wear my 'She loves it when I fart' one" Chris teased back making me burst into a fit of laughter.

Gosh! This is insane! "Please tell me I am not going outside with you when you are wearing that?" I gestured at his shirt.

Chris laughed and said, "That's the plan, So let's go."

Chris laughingly grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

Coming outside I saw a new motorbike, not so new but new to me ." Don't tell me you built this!" I said with complete amazement.

"Skylar Carter, I made this beauty, all by myself and you are going to be the first one to take a ride with me of course" Chris was so happy and proud.

"Boy, You are a genius! I am so proud of you" I said returning him his smile.

"I knew that you will like it "

"It ? common Chris, it's your first handmade motorbike, we are not calling it -It. I said to him.

"Sky, no one can change girls. What are you going to name it ?" Chris was still being playful.

"We will figure that part later. For no,w let's call it...'Bike'." I said because hello! I am very bad at giving names.

"You just named her that cause your brain is malfunctioning at the moment."

"Now I will make yours malfunction too."

We laughed and sped through the motorbike and went inside the luxurious Mall that has been recently opened. I was sceptical though I have heard it's truly expensive.

I bought a leather jacket as a gift for Chris for his first bike completion, at first he was refusing but I can be very persuasive.

Thanks to Chris for getting me a new dress, and for giving me a gift card for which my nails were now manicured and pedicured and my hair smells like heaven after the spa treatment.

No matter how much I refused, he did not even listen and said I deserve it all for all the hard work I did for the scholarship.

I spent the money I saved in buying out some other dresses, heels and a nice school bag and zero hoodie thanks to Chris who dragged me out of the hoodies section.

Chris was full of patience with me at the mall. People were staring at us like we are a couple, but who cares. I even noticed some stupid boys checking out me and some even winked, but in reality, they did not even get a second look from me and I resisted the urge to show them middle my finger.

"Chris, I am exhausted, we should go home now. I was so freaking tired.

"Let me carry those bags for you Sky." But before he could, Chris phone buzzed and he told me to wait for five more minutes.

I was dying with exhaustion, so I decided to meet him directly outside.

I left him inside the mall and started walking, no scratch that running towards the exit gate.

I saw some men in black suits were ahead of me going towards the exit gate as well. One of them was wearing a black leather jacket, denim and biker boots, making him stand out among the others.

He was striding in the middle and as far as I could think the men in suits were following him. He was tall, maybe around six feet two or three, it was hard to comprehend. He constantly kept checking out the time from his wristwatch while walking. Maybe he was in a hurry I thought.

As he was walking ahead of me, so I was not being able to see his face.

I got distracted when my phone buzzed, both of my hands were full of bags and Chris was nowhere in sight.

I ignored his absence and keep walking forward. After a lot of struggle, I finally managed to get my cell out of my purse and saw who's the caller.

"Hey, Gran! I just finished..." before I could complete my sentence I realized I had collided with some solid wall or you could say rock hard muscled back and I lifted my head to find out with whom I had collided.

It was him.

The odd one from the group.