Ethan's POV

Black. Black. Black. The blazer I wore to my aunt's wedding. They were great cupcakes. Soppy songs though. All they were playing was love songs and stuff, and it was boring as hell. I could probably come up with a million of things to do, as appose to going to a wedding if a family member I am technically not even related to, but no. I had to go to a different country for 2 days, just for a wedding. I didn't even know I had an aunt in Sweden, but apparently I do, it makes me question were my mums' are from. One mum was telling me to pay attention while the other mum was telling me to stop staring at the kid with a red stain that look suspiciously looked like blood, but apparently, it was a cherry stain. Sure

I end up putting on Black jeans and a shirt, because when isn't it a good day to wear black. Never, black is the best.

I grab my phone and earbuds and run down the stairs to the shoes rack. I shove on white shoes, that are surprisingly still pretty white, grab my bag and make my way to the living room, where I slouched into one of the sofas. I turned in my phone, enter the passcode and pull up social medias, scrolling threw girls caked in makeup, and posts saying about how happy they were to be going back to school after the summer. Yeah right.

"Mum, are you dropping me off today?" I call to her in the kitchen, surprisingly she hasn't tried to force feed me. Yet. I'm assuming it will come within the next few minuets, either a 'You need to eat something' or 'Eat some breakfast'.

"No, Sub's parents are" I groan "You know where he lives right, he's expecting you by 10 to 8 ish" She says before hurrying out the kitchen. I assume other mother is either at work or having an affair, so probably at work. I never got the point of working from stupid 'o' clock in the morning til noon, but nope, she still does it. I don't get how she even gets enough sleep.

I zoned out, only coming back to reality when I heard the door shut, making me jump slightly. I look down at my phone, turning it on. 7:40. I should probably go now. I make a mental checklist of all the things I had, have and want to do today.

Meds? I think for a second, before realizing that a did, because I ended up with water down my shirt and jeans, which was proving that my day was going to suck. Brushed my teeth? Check, I have the tooth paste stain to prove it. Clothes? I look down, check. Cow jumping over the moon? Nope, but I can keep my hopes up.

After my mental checklist, I walk out the door, checking my phone again, seeing that I had 7 minuets left. He only lives a few blocks away, I could run it and have 4 minuets to spare. I continue walking down the street, deciding against the running, because I haven't gone outside mist of the summer, let alone running.

I get to Sub's house with about 2 minuets to spare. I knock on the door, keeping the most unimpressed face I can muster, because I am 100% certain Sub will open the door, and I hate Sub.

After about 30 seconds, yes I counted them, he answers the door, and has to look up at me. He is wearing a mint green hoodie, one that he always wears, other than the odd black hoodie advertising a video game, or a orange on with Benjamin Francis Leftwich written across it in a font that makes it look like it was written by hand. He's wearing dark blue jeans, and he has galaxy themed socks on. I always notice socks, no matter what, I could be meeting anyone, and the first thing I would look at would be their socks.

He has a glass of water in his hand, and he turns around, mumbling a quick 'come in' at me, before walking through the living room to the kitchen. I've been to his house quite a few times, our parents are annoyingly close, so we are constantly forced to interact with each other, and countless times we have been left in the same house while our parents had to do things. Its not like its uncomfortable or unfamiliar, but stupid and unpractical. I walk through the living room, and resume the position i was in when I was at my house, a few minuets prior.

After about 5 or 10 minuets of waiting, we were finally rushed into the car, where Sub's dads' were in the front, chatting about some reality TV show, while we were stuck in the back, staring out of our perspective windows.

Every now and again, I would hear words of Sub's music, with I think was Paloma Faith, I only know this because mum has a freaky obsession with her. I occasionally glance over at what he was going on his phone, and he was talking to Seto, some nerd in a few of my classes last year, always getting top marks and praised by ever teacher. Except PE.

After 10 minuets of awkward drive, we were finally at school. I dont think I would ever be so happy to be at school. I mean, this happens alot. Get at school and suddenly Yes, we are here, I dont have to go near you for at least 24 hours.

I say thanks to Sub's dad, and me and Sub end up to the school from the car park, and there is no way I can escape it, because we are in the same homeroom, and there isn't any point in going the long way, so I must stay here, with the awkward hatred silence. Its not just him I hate, I hate most people, other than Ty, Brice, and Alesa. Its okay thought, because everyone hates me too, so, screw it, might as well hate them back.

We finally get to our home room, which was annoyingly situated at the very end if the school, and sit on two separate tables. We the first people in here, and as people filter in the room, I find myself repeating the same phrase in my head over and over.

Please dont put us together. Please dont put us together. Please dont put us together.

But, alas, nobody sat next to either of us, and we were on two separate desks, while everyone else was sitting in pairs.

"Ethan, Sub, move together would you" The teacher says. I internally groan, picking up my bag and walking slowly to the chair next to where Sub was sitting, slouching in the chair rolling my eyes.

Yep. This will be a crap year.

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