it's smut week but i didn't feel like writing smut today so here's an imagine that was highly requested for a part dos (:

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the red locker came into contact with his hand as he punched it in anger. over and over again, rage filled his tall frame. he raced out the school and he couldn't find your car. you were already half way home when you pulled over and started to calm down.

you had said a lot, you still had more to say. but all your feelings were building up inside of you, and that wasn't healthy.

you were a grenade waiting to blow up at any given second.

groaning, ethan jumped into his car and drove home. grayson greeted him with a head nod and ethan simply ignored him and went straight to his room. "tomorrow. i'll talk to her tomorrow. don't go to her house, ethan. just stay home and watch the office or stranger things. just stay put," he attempted to tell himself.

you somehow found yourself standing at the dolan's front door. your thoughts got the best of you and you decided to pour your heart out to ethan wether he listened or not. you knew you needed this more than you.

grayson answered the door with a smile. "hey, y/n! long time no see."

"we um, have physics together," you awkwardly cough.

he scratches the back of his head and says, "so what brings you here?"

ethan could hear the commotion from downstairs and he swore he heard your voice. "grayson's who's at the-" he stopped midway through his sentence as he descended from up the stairs. "y/n?"

your heart skipped a beat as you saw his eyes melt. his bruised hand pushed through his hair before he winched at the pain.

grayson noticed the different mood change and excused himself, claiming he had to wash his dog.

"isn't he allergic?" you chuckle.

"w-what are you doing here?"

"i just had to say that i don't blame you. i can't. it's kinda impossible for me to be mad at you for things you did unintentionally. but if you knew my feelings for you earlier and you did those things then i could blame you. but the only person i can blame is myself. i let you hurt me. all of these years, i sat back and watched you live your life and date so many girls while i sat on the sidelines.

"you were so unaware of my feelings and i don't blame you. i love you, ethan dolan. and i know it sounds crazy, but i do. and im sorry but i-i just don't know what im doing anymore."

ethan didn't know how to react. so he brought you in for a hug while you snuggled your face into his neck. his hands wrapped around your waist and he brought you in closer.

"im sorry. im so so so sorry," he whispered.

you shook you head. "it's not your fault. you didn't know."

he bit his lip and let you go. "i did know. i know you liked me, y/n." your heart stammered and you took a step back. his words cut you deep.

"w-what?"

"jack told me and i took it as a joke and teased you about it. and im sorry. it wasn't my intention to hurt you," he reached out to touch you but you step back.

you scoffed. "then what exactly was your intention? to make a joke out of me?"

"you wouldn't understa-"

"of fucking course i wouldn't!" you yelled. "i don't know how you can hurt people so easily. to treat them as if they just some kind of-"

"i wanted you to hate me, alright?" he yelled back and tugged at his hair.

"why would you do that?" you crossed your arms.

he laughed. "god, y/n! have you ever considered the fact that im in love with you? i mean, can it be anymore obvious?" the vein in his neck began to stick out with every word he sent your way.

"what?"