Ethan was talking with the rest of the Hot Pocket, lazily dragging the skateboard with his shoes on the floor. He hadn't realized just how much this was annoying you, having to stand next to him just to get your stuff in your locker before next period starts. His foot loses grip of his skateboard as it hits your leg, making him whip his head to face you immediately. "Ah, shit. My bad." He says casually, a little too casual for your liking nor to seem sincere. He simply shrugs afterward.