Ethan
When I finish my shower, I dry off and get dressed, then step back into my room. I smile, cocky and arrogant, ready to tease Ashley, but she's...
What the fuck, she's gone? Where did she go? Her clothes are gone, too. Not that she was wearing them, but I saw them on the floor when I got up this morning, so I know she brought them. From the looks of it, her cellphone is gone, too.
She must have gone back to her room. Yeah, well, I think I'll pay her a visit. Couldn't hurt.
I step into the hall and walk towards her room. The door's closed. I try to open it, but it's locked, too.
I knock. "Hey, you in there?" I ask.
"Go away, Ethan," she says.
"What's with the attitude?"
"I said go away!" she screeches.
"Holy fuck, are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you? Did I do something to piss you off or what?"
"I..." She falters and chokes. "Please, Ethan. I don't feel good right now. I want to be left alone. Please?" By the end, she sounds like she's begging.
"It's cool, Princess," I say. "Are you sick or something?"
Oh shit. Sick? In the morning? Morning sickness? Wait, nah. I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure a girl can't get pregnant that fast. That'd be some fucked up shit, though. Also, she's on birth control. Should be fine. Maybe I'm potent as fuck, though. Kind of impressive if that's the case. And fucked up. I need to stop thinking this stupid shit, especially because I know it can't be true.
She doesn't say anything. I can hear something, but it's hard to tell what it is. Is she crying? I've heard girls cry plenty of times, and I've made them cry most of those times, but I didn't even think I did anything this time. Maybe I'm becoming more of an asshole without realizing it? Fuck.
"I'm going to go make breakfast," I say. "Pancakes, alright? Just how you like them. I won't bug you about it. Let's just hang out and have some food. If you aren't feeling good, we can stay home today. I'll go get you some soup and we can watch movies on Netflix. Sound good?"
She doesn't say anything. I'm not sure what to say now. I'm not good at this. I've never had to convince a girl to spend time with me before. It's strange. A lot harder than it sounds, too. Who knew this shit was difficult? I feel bad for the guys that are less fortunate than me.
Not that I do anything good with my superpowers here. I'm basically just a dick. Sorry?
Yeah, well, one more try, alright? Let's see how this goes.
"I'll bring it up for you," I say. "Breakfast in bed, alright? You get in your pajamas, get cozy under the blankets, and I'll bring you some pancakes on a platter in a few. Don't you worry. I got this."
I hear her sniffling through the door, but she's not crying anymore. Then she gets up. Is she going to open the door? I hope so. But, nah, she goes into her bathroom instead. Must have grabbed a tissue, because a second later I hear her blow her nose.
Shit. I feel bad. How'd she get sick? She seemed fine before I got in the shower. Maybe she just needs more sleep. I get cranky when I don't have enough sleep, too. Yeah, fuck, it's six-thirty now, isn't it? Who the fuck wakes up this early?
I used to. For football. Practice during the summer started at seven during high school, so I'd wake up at five, eat breakfast, head over to the school, and be dressed and ready on the field by seven. It was fun. I love football. I don't miss waking up at five in the fucking morning, though. That shit's rough.
Anyways, no time to worry or think about this. I've got to go make my Princess pancakes. Real fucking special, too. I'm going all out here. Chocolate chips. Aw yeah. Damn, I'm good at this.