You and Ethan weren't very close. You were just sort of acquaintances.

You and Ethan were outside after school, just sitting on the swings. He was venting about how everybody is so mean to him all the time, and making fun of him for not having a girlfriend. And you listened. Like always. Everybody always made jokes about him being gay. Which he wasn't. He liked girls. And so did you. Everyone knew.

"I honestly don't understand why they do that. I like girls. Girls just don't like me."