Ethan was a damn puppy. Literally.

Okay, yeah, he was one of the infamous Ghostface killers along with Quinn and Wayne, but that didn't mean that when he wasn't gutting people's insides out he couldn't be all sweet and adorable with you. Give him a break— he enjoys keeping up this dorky, shy, nerdy facade sometimes, only because it meant he could date you. You were sort of a bitch, and Ethan totally fucked with that.

I mean, he didn't think you were a bitch, kind of, but you were like that popular mean girl from the movies; you had half the people in college grovelling at you're feet, with hook-ups left and right, though you haven't had any lately. Not after meeting Ethan— the one person you actually wanted to stick around with.

You were skeptical of him at first, hell, you took pity on the clumsy awkward virgin when Chad introduced him to you and the others, but you soon took care of that.

The virgin part, I mean.

Come on— he's an eighteen year old virgin who just joined college, surrounded by hôrny teens all around him. It wasn't very difficult.

And it wasn't even just a usual hook-up for you! You like him, like, really like him, and Ethan seemed to really like you, not for the popular bitchy girl with kinky secrets that made Ethans face flush and mouth fall open— just for you, something people didn't see very often.

He was just some cute, wide-eyed puppy that would go on killing sprees every now and then, finding the guys that kept their eyes on you in Econ for just a little longer than necessary. It was his favourite hobby— murdering guys ogling over you.

“Do we have to go, baby?” Ethan whines, bottom lip pouted outwards and eyebrows furrowed as he watches you twirl around in you're skimpy, short dress in his dormroom. “You look good 'an all, trust me, you look so damn good, but barely anyone we know is even—” He was quickly cut off by a soft moan when you ran one of you're hands through his curly brown hair.

“Fuck— don't do that.” Ethan mumbles, actions contradicting his words as his eyes flutter closed for a moment, another breathy moan slipping past his lips. “We can just, y'know, hang out here 'n stuff..” Ethan murmurs, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head to the side.

He was so fucking precious. And he was all youres. Youre's to do whatever you wanted, because, in all honesty, Ethan would let you.