finally the part two that everyone has been asking me for. you're welcome, my loves!

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his face morphed into different faces, unsure of how to respond. so he remained quiet while staring at you helplessly with sad eyes.

feeling overwhelmed, you stood up and walked out. the detention teacher was asleep at the desk and hadn't actually cared wether you stayed or not. tears filled up in your (eye color) eyes as you but your fist in attempt to keep them back.

you even stared up at the white ceiling to roll them back into your head or wherever they went.

ethan still sat at his desk, flabbergasted. his heart was beating twice as fast at the sudden feelings you revealed to him, you had been so genuine and so truthful, it made him fall for you even more.

truth was, ethan was in love with you. from a distance that was. he could never see himself in a relationship with you, you seemed to have your life planned out and everything ahead of you. he didn't want to seem like an anchor, so he got angry at himself.

nights were the hardest for him. he stayed awake looking at the stars that you claimed you loved so much. he thought of you more than he thought of himself.

he shot out of the small desk and ran to the hallway. it was empty, you were nowhere to be seen. ethan then ran to the parking lot where he saw you sitting in your seat with you talking to yourself. from a distance it looked like you were trying to calm yourself down, but why?

"he never loved you back, y/n. you're so unworthy of his love, it's so pathetic!" you slam your hands on the steering wheel with you emotions stuck in your throat. you could feel it burning and all you wanted was to let it go.

it would be much easier to let it go.

a knock on the window made you scream in fear until you looked and saw a worried ethan. "what the hell is your problem?" you screamed as soon as you rolled down the window.

"just listen, please?" he begged.

"ethan, look, im not looking for your sympathy."

"i love you. i always have. ever since i first laid eyes on this cute little girl with the beautiful (skin color) skin and sometimes would get pimples and try to hide it, even though it was adorable. or the girl who had her first period in front of me and we screamed together at the amount of blood. we thought you were dying," you both let out a soft laugh at the memory. "or the girl who was my first kiss in eight grade. the girl who has always seen me for me and not this monster that i've become."

"you're not a monster, ethan. a little screwed up, yeah, but not a monster."

the both of you softly chuckled until ethan broke the silence. "let me take you out on a date. just to prove that the old ethan is still in here. what do you say?"

you replied with, "okay, sure, it's a date," and you had never felt any happier.