When Steph — Ethan’s ex girlfriend, that bitch — had told you that her and Ethan had hooked up, you, his girlfriend, had an argument and broke up with him instantly, you couldn’t help but believe her. Now you hated him, and his stupid hair and smile and that dumb passion for saving the environment— that was actually quite admirable.

Too harsh, maybe.

But Ethan knew he hadn’t hooked up with Steph, cause he was head over heels for you, which was why he was waiting outside your dorm room for you to open the door. He’d already gone through five rounds of third degree with your best friend, so he just needed you to hear him out. Please.

He missed you, and your smile and your gorgeous eyes and how you’d play with his fingers and compare hand sizes— he missed how sweet and pretty you were, it’d gotten to the point where he could barely function. It’s why he was trying to explain that Steph had kissed him, not vice-versa.

“Fuck— no, shit.” He’d been startled by you opening the door, almost falling over as his brain short-circuited at the sight of you— was that his hoodie? That was a sign, that maybe he had a chance and his balls wouldn’t get kicked off.

“Hear me out.” Ethan blurted upon seeing the mad look on your face— if he had made out with Steph, he’d understand why, but you thought he’d made out with his ex while dating you, so yeah, he could still understand. All he needed was maximum five minutes, just to explain what happened with Steph. Just five.