| emma’s pov |
Ethan stopped the car in front of my house, the sun was shining bright, blinding me.
“Thanks.” I gave him a small smile, patting his shoulder and unbuckling the seatbelt.
“Wait a second, Emma,” he said, stopping me from opening the door of his car. “I know I’m six years older, but we co-“
I laughed softly, cutting him off. “Sorry, Ethan. I… have a boyfriend.”
He scowled, playfully. “What are you waiting for, then? Get out of the car.”
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks again,” I repeated, waving a hand.
This was probably the last time I’ll see him, and even though he was a jerk, I was still grateful for his help. I learned a lot of things about the two of them. How Luke was unusual and how everybody began to like him, out of the blue.
“If you and that blond kid don’t work out, yo
