he just walks away. What the heck?
"See you later, Ashley," Caleb says, smiling. "I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Bye, Caleb," I say, waving to him before hurrying after Ethan.
We walk side by side quietly for awhile. I'm not sure if I should say anything, but, no, I'm going to say something! He can't just do those things, and act that way, and be a huge jerk for no reason, you know?
"What's your issue?" I ask him, rather forward.
" My issue?" Ethan asks, indignant.
"Yes, yours."
"Listen, Princess," he says. "It's him. That Caleb dude whatever. I don't like the way he's looking at you. He's obviously got a crush, and then my dad saying all that shit before. It just pisses me off, alright? Are you happy now?"
"I'm not happy, Ethan," I say. "It's not like I wanted your dad to say that. I'm not trying to flirt with Caleb, either. You don't have to—"
Worry about anything. That's what I was going to say, but Ethan stops and stares at me.
"Hold up, was that guy flirting with you?" he asks.
"No!" I say. "I mean, I don't think so? I'm not sure."
"What the fuck, how do you not know if someone is flirting with you?" he asks.
"I'm not as experienced a flirter as you!" I counter.
We're yelling now. It's not the loudest argument ever, but it's pretty loud. I think it seems louder because it's just us in the middle of the camp woods. Thankfully no one else is around us. I hope no one hears us.
"Do you want him to flirt with you?" Ethan asks. "Is that what this is about?"
"Is that what what's about? You aren't making any sense. Also, every girl likes compliments, so if that's what he was doing and if that's what you consider flirting, then, yes, I like that."
"Holy fuck," Ethan says, shaking his head. "I compliment you, you know? I flirt with you. If that's not enough for you, I don't know what the fuck to say."
"I didn't say that! This isn't a competition, Ethan. I don't even think he was flirting with me. I'm just saying I'm not good at this and I don't know what flirting is exactly. I think he was just trying to be nice, that's all."
"I get it," Ethan says. "Really, I do. Don't worry about it."
"Ethan..."
I guess that's it for now. We walk the rest of the way in silence. I don't know what to say to him. I don't want to argue with him, I just want to talk to him and explain everything to him but I don't feel comfortable doing it out in the open like this. I wish we were back home so that we could talk alone in the privacy of my bedroom or his, or in the car out for a drive, or anywhere.
I don't know. I really don't.
*** Ethan
I can't even fucking... I don't know. I just can't even. There's nothing more to it than that.
This shit doesn't make sense. Am I not good enough for her? Does she want Caleb or something? To date him? And what the fuck is up with that "I don't know what flirting" is bullshit? How can she not know what flirting us? I seriously can't even comprehend that statement.
It's like saying she doesn't know how to breathe. We all know how to breathe, Princess. It's kind of an essential part of life.
What if she really doesn't know what flirting is, though? Shit. I'm an asshole, then, huh? It seems like something everyone knows, but maybe she's right. I do have a lot more experience than her. Is that bad? Does she feel like, uh... does she think it's bad?
I don't exactly think it's good, but I can't change any of that, now can I? Nah, not really. Sort of, but I don't like that idea.
I can't have less experience, but she can have more . Thinking about it pisses me off, though, angry as fuck.
Whatever. I'm done with this. I don't want to think about it anymore.
That's what I tell myself, except I keep thinking about it, can't stop dwelling on it, and all through dinner I'm just super fucking pissed and I'm pretty sure everyone can tell. Ashley and her mom are whispering to each
"See you later, Ashley," Caleb says, smiling. "I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Bye, Caleb," I say, waving to him before hurrying after Ethan.
We walk side by side quietly for awhile. I'm not sure if I should say anything, but, no, I'm going to say something! He can't just do those things, and act that way, and be a huge jerk for no reason, you know?
"What's your issue?" I ask him, rather forward.
" My issue?" Ethan asks, indignant.
"Yes, yours."
"Listen, Princess," he says. "It's him. That Caleb dude whatever. I don't like the way he's looking at you. He's obviously got a crush, and then my dad saying all that shit before. It just pisses me off, alright? Are you happy now?"
"I'm not happy, Ethan," I say. "It's not like I wanted your dad to say that. I'm not trying to flirt with Caleb, either. You don't have to—"
Worry about anything. That's what I was going to say, but Ethan stops and stares at me.
"Hold up, was that guy flirting with you?" he asks.
"No!" I say. "I mean, I don't think so? I'm not sure."
"What the fuck, how do you not know if someone is flirting with you?" he asks.
"I'm not as experienced a flirter as you!" I counter.
We're yelling now. It's not the loudest argument ever, but it's pretty loud. I think it seems louder because it's just us in the middle of the camp woods. Thankfully no one else is around us. I hope no one hears us.
"Do you want him to flirt with you?" Ethan asks. "Is that what this is about?"
"Is that what what's about? You aren't making any sense. Also, every girl likes compliments, so if that's what he was doing and if that's what you consider flirting, then, yes, I like that."
"Holy fuck," Ethan says, shaking his head. "I compliment you, you know? I flirt with you. If that's not enough for you, I don't know what the fuck to say."
"I didn't say that! This isn't a competition, Ethan. I don't even think he was flirting with me. I'm just saying I'm not good at this and I don't know what flirting is exactly. I think he was just trying to be nice, that's all."
"I get it," Ethan says. "Really, I do. Don't worry about it."
"Ethan..."
I guess that's it for now. We walk the rest of the way in silence. I don't know what to say to him. I don't want to argue with him, I just want to talk to him and explain everything to him but I don't feel comfortable doing it out in the open like this. I wish we were back home so that we could talk alone in the privacy of my bedroom or his, or in the car out for a drive, or anywhere.
I don't know. I really don't.
*** Ethan
I can't even fucking... I don't know. I just can't even. There's nothing more to it than that.
This shit doesn't make sense. Am I not good enough for her? Does she want Caleb or something? To date him? And what the fuck is up with that "I don't know what flirting" is bullshit? How can she not know what flirting us? I seriously can't even comprehend that statement.
It's like saying she doesn't know how to breathe. We all know how to breathe, Princess. It's kind of an essential part of life.
What if she really doesn't know what flirting is, though? Shit. I'm an asshole, then, huh? It seems like something everyone knows, but maybe she's right. I do have a lot more experience than her. Is that bad? Does she feel like, uh... does she think it's bad?
I don't exactly think it's good, but I can't change any of that, now can I? Nah, not really. Sort of, but I don't like that idea.
I can't have less experience, but she can have more . Thinking about it pisses me off, though, angry as fuck.
Whatever. I'm done with this. I don't want to think about it anymore.
That's what I tell myself, except I keep thinking about it, can't stop dwelling on it, and all through dinner I'm just super fucking pissed and I'm pretty sure everyone can tell. Ashley and her mom are whispering to each
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