Ethan was a sweet boy, kind, smart, a little dorky. A stark contrast ro what boiled beneath the surface.

Seeing you with a guy who wasn't him poked at him the wrong way. The jealousy and envy crawling under his skin like needles trying to push through.

He couldn't stand it. He was your best friend, but that wasn't close enough. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, feel you, love you, and he couldnt with him in the way.

His dad and sister already forced him to become one of three ghostfaces with them, so getting away with this would be easy.

He murdered your boyfriend in cold blood, making sure every bit hurt more than anything, all while telling the man just how much better he could treat you.

Despite this, he would never lay a finger on you. You were the one person who wouldn't be touched or scratched or cut at all during this fury of him and his family. No one was getting in the way of him and you anymore, and God bless whoever tried. Ethan would rather cut out his heart and give it to you, kissing you with his last breath before letting you go.

So when he rushed back to his dorm, changed and cleaned up, he invited you over to hangout with him, Chad, and Tara.

You were sitting on the couch together when the news came on. Your boyfriends name popped up on the screen, showing pictures of the horrific crime scene and explaining the details. You started to break down in Ethan's arms.

"Who would do such a thing..?" He asks softly, biting back the smile threatening to peak out. You were finally his.