The Unnatural

Seventeen

Ethan stiles

"I'm not wearing this." I complain looking at a long black trouser that lays on the bed. Ares stands next to me, holding a bright yellow shirt in his hand with a bright pink smiley face printed on the center of it.

"Look, you have to wear this. I didn't buy lots of clothes for you yet and mine will barely fit you." He drops the shirt on the bed and I just stare at them with pure disgust.

"I am not." I turn to look at Ares as I try my best to change his mind. "Ethan." He looks at me raising his eyebrows. I can tell by the way he is looking at me, he is not going to change his mind. After the last incident, I don't dare to look at Ares. It's too embarrassing and the fact Max and Adrien have watched it too wanted me to dig a hole and burry myself in it.
And I don't even want to talk about what had happened after that. How can I be so erected by simply feeling his hot breathes falling on my face.

"This is not fair." I huff, whining before grabbing the clothes and marching towards the washroom.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Max laughs eyeing me from head to toe as I walk towards the table.

"Don't." I groan as I sit on the chair. Adrien doesn't say a word but he has his lips sealed tightly, trying his hardest not to laugh.

Ares is probably in his room as I see him nowhere. Eli smiles when she brings the meal she has prepared.

"Good morning." She greets placing a jug filled with juice. "Good morning." We all greet her back in sync. A smile forms on my face when I notice how obedient they are. It feels like we are greeting our mother.

"You look very eye catching, no doubt in that." Max compliments, sarcasm hiding in his words. I roll my eyes and grab the jug to pour some juice. "Ares has an awful taste." I complain bringing the glass to my lips.

The sour taste of pineapple juices makes my bud sensitive but the sweetness that follows behind makes me take another sip.

"Don't insult yourself like that." Max laughs, taking a bite of the omelette. "You are also Ares' choice." He mumbles not being aware how his words are affecting.

I look at him, my smile fading away slowly. My throat tightens as his words feel too heavy for me. "I'm not his choice." I whisper, putting some omelette in my plate. I keep my face on the plate, not wanting to see the look of pity on their faces.

I'm not his choice, I am someone forced on him.

"What are you guys talking about?" Ares walks over, completely unaware of the heavy tension lingering in the air. "Nothing." Adrien smiles shortly passing Ares a plate. Ares mumbles a small thanks before taking his seat next to me. I don't look away from my food, staring at it like I had never seen an egg before.

The color combination in the omelette feels so interesting out of nowhere.

My heart pounds in my chest, swelling against my ribcage.

"What did you give the poor boy to wear?" Max frowns at Ares who seems to be busy in his breakfast. "What? It looks great on him. He," Ares turns to look at me, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. "He looks like a pineapple." I widen my eyes, snapping my head in his direction.

I'm highly offended.

"What did you say?" I gasp narrowing my eyes at him as I glare at him. He smirks before looking back at Max. My heart skips a beat looking the corner of his lip turn up. He looked good. Amazing.

Though, my mouth is dry and I'm in complete faze with the gorgeous smile he had, I don't stop myself from questing him. "A pineapple? Seriously?" I gasp, dropping the fork I had in my hand on the plate. Ares shrugs and drops his head low, eyeing the plate and looking at me from the corner of his eyes.