Ethan looks you up and down, his tongue in his cheek. It’s been about a year since he’s seen you, a year since anyone has, really. You left school for awhile—and he recently saw on your Instagram that you gave birth a few months ago, which is slightly surprising to him since you’re only seventeen and you got pregnant at sixteen if he did the math right. “Uh—hey.” He says, you and Ethan never got along much, he’s a total dickhead ‘bad boy’ type. Which is the type of guy you’d usually avoid.