Page 52 of Unfolding Ethan

Please, shut up, Ethan.

“What?” She chuckled. “You need sleep. Come on, upsy-daisy!”

Before I could lean up from her soft, warm thighs, we heard a bunch of shutters of camera.

I turned to see Katherine, Ryan, Volt, Rio, and Laura holding out their phones in the air toward us and capturing our pictures.

“What?” I asked sleepily. “What are you guys doing?” I leaned up on my elbows and sat on the couch, looking at my friends.

"Just posted on Instagram. #S'cute #BestFriendGoalsz #AdorablelikeKittenandPuppiesyaozie #SleepingGoals #TwoHormonalTeenagersFoundCuddlingInHeat #Goals2k20,” Rio muttered, typing furiously on his phone, and so did the others, speaking rubbish.

My mind woke up a little. "What? Bitch in the heat?” I snickered, hiding my grin in the fist of my hand. “That sounds like a bad porn title.”

Hehe.

Volt shot me a look. "You need to hibernate, Ethan. Don't speak."

"Noted," I muttered.

Everyone was either talking about us, pizza, or scolding Samuel for hoarding all the blankets under his butt. Surprisingly, Carter was the only one who was watching the film.

After a few moments, Kiara came up to me and held my hand, trying to make me stand, but the physics didn't add up. So, I stood up on my own, squeezing her hand.

She took me to the door saying, "Let's go to sleep."

Ryan asked Kiara, “If you want you can share a room with Katherine. I am sure Ethan won’t mind.”

Kiara wrapped her arms around my waist, her head coming up to my chest as she replied, “It’s all right, Ryan. Ethan’s my cuddle buddy.”

Aw, that's cute.I wanted a certificate from Kiara that said ‘Ethan Kane is the only Cuddle Buddy I have and he is the sweetest, cutest breast holder.’

Carter smirked, looking over his shoulder for the first time. “Well, I volunteer to be your cuddle buddy.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist and glared at him. “No volunteers allowed. Good night,” I said with pursed lips and took her away from the room filled with prying eyes. I could hear them snicker when we left.

???

"I hate math."

I nodded. "I know."

"No, you don't understand. If it was a man, I would've murdered him by now," Kiara snapped, slamming her notes shut.

It was Sunday afternoon and we were in her messy room, completing our homework and going through our notes. Her room was like a mirror to mine and the walls were painted in white and beige colors.

Behind the door, there was a stick guy and a girl, holding their hands colored in crayons. We drew it when we were young, but her hair was colored in red instead of brown because she thought that red would look cool at that time. Istillthink she would rock it.

Her desk was covered in a bunch of journals, diary, stacks of paper, and Post-its all over the wall. Even her dresser and mirror were half-covered with Post-its. There were fairy lights on the wall behind me while I solved the quadratic equations. Then there was a big window with a window seat and curtains, which was always open. Only her small black piano wasn’t covered in a mess of paper and Post-its.

“You aren't capable of killing—”

She didn't even let me finish. Because she was a nice person, she wouldn't go as far as murder.I think.

She gave me a pointed look, which meant are-you-challenging-me. "I would. If I have to."

I gulped, looking down at the scribbled numbers.Man, short girls are violent. "Don't you think you are a bit, you know, violent?" I tried testing the waters.

Kiara grinned, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I know, right! I think it's maybe because I am short and probably closer to Satan. Get it?"

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