ethans pov

I pushed her back against the door, shutting it. her fingers still knitting through my hair while my fingers grasped under her thighs, keeping her body against mine.

her needy lips kissed a vein that ran from my ear to my jaw, I groaned in satisfaction. continuing to lift her up, stumbling backwards to the bed that sat in the middle of the room. who's room is this?

once we fell roughly onto the white sheets, she hastily took her bra off and threw it across the room. I however was pulling off my black shirt but stop midway.

I'm not even hard.

"need help?" she seductively whispered, trying to kiss my lips. keyword trying, I dodged her kiss, making her whine. who the fuck is this?

"baby, come on." she tried to kiss my lips again. putting my fingers to her pink lips, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I never kiss on the lips, any of them. never have, never will.

I'm not feeling this anymore, I got to go.
she wants affection and shit. not my type of party.

"oh shit" I pretend to sound surprised. grabbing her legs that rested on my clothed back and pushing them off of me, I sat up abruptly, grabbing my phone out of my back pocket.

turning the screen on and turning down the brightness of it, so the girl couldn't see my phone screen. so she couldn't see I didn't even get a text.

I was just on my lock screen.

"shit. my brother needs me right now, he needs help with uh- our dog. she's in labor." I say to the half naked girl laying on the bed, covering herself with the soft white sheets.

I click the power button to my phone. I stand up to my full height, dusting my pants off and buttoning my jeans.

the unknown brunette sat up quickly, grabbing onto my shirt trying to pull me down. disgust immediately fills my facial expression, "the fuck off of me." I snapped, shoving her clammy hands off my shirt.

"wait!" the desperate girl said as I was walking towards the door. rolling my head back with a dramatic sigh. " what." i said, facing her.

"let me give you my number." she frantically looked for a pen or paper through the drawers in the night stand that sat beside the bed.

"call me later so we can finish." she requested as she handed me a small piece of paper with her number.

" uh- yeah. I'll call you later." I lied, shoving the paper into my pocket, and grasping the door handle.

"congrats on the pups." she congratulated. my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, how drunk is she?

"huh? what are you-" the lie I told her about my 'dog' going into labor, hit me.

"thanks." I muttered, shutting the door.

the music that was once muffled behind the bedroom door, went back to it ear bleeding volume. honestly, I was bored of this party.

going down the wooded steps of the house and out of the front door. reaching into my pocket pulling out my car keys, a paper fell out.

I reached over to pick it up off the ground.

I started walking to my black Range Rover that was parked behind a red Toyota.

ripping small paper multiple times and there it onto the concrete as I hopped into my car.

"dumbass." I chuckled to myself. putting my seatbelt on, "congrats on your pups."  I mocked her, chucking.

"sorry, i lied" I chuckled and drove off, drove back home.

AUTHORS NOTE:

it was three in the morning when I wrote this. sorry if it's trash. also sorry about the misspelling or whatever is fucked up in this.

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