The Unnatural

Twenty six

Warning: homophobia, homophobic comments

Ethan Stiles

My heart is racing in my chest and I'm sure if it continues to beat at this pace, I'm gonna get a heart failure.

His hot breath against my cold skin send blood rushing down my body. My breathing becoming a mess, my mind being blurred to other things except Ares and the warmth growing in my chest.

"Ethan?" He takes my name, so many emotions lingering in his voice. The voice that is always too strong and firm being too gentle and shaky right now.

He grabs my face with one hand, his fingers gently grazing over my jaw as he makes me look at him. My breathe gets stuck in my throat when I meet his gaze. 

"I was so happy when you kissed me." He says and my heart stops beating at his sudden confession.

"What?" I blurt out, not meaning to ask it out loud but nothing made sense. The sudden change in his behavior didn't make sense. Me sitting in his arms didn't make sense. Him telling me that he was happy because of the kiss after expressing his hate for me on every opportunity he got didn't make sense.

Nothing made sense from the beginning, yet I stayed. Hoping that I could be a help to him in any way, hoping that I can fulfill the expectations his people have for me.

Ares smiles softly, the corner of his lips tugging up. "I said I was pleased to feel your lips against mine." He says with confident making me blush. "Though, the way I reacted was definitely not what I wanted."

Does he know what he's saying?
I want to look away but the hand on my cheeks holds me, not allowing me to look away from him.

My eyes fall on his lips and I tear them from his lips before looking back at him. "Ares, be serious. Did you hit your head somewhere?" I furrow my eyebrows, trying to enlighten the growing tension between us.

This is bad, too bad for my heart. If he decides to act cold tomorrow, I will not be able to stop my heart from shattering.

"Yes, actually." Ares breaks into a mischievous smile before he looks at my nose, scanning my cheeks afterwards. His smile fades, the inner corner of his eyebrows rising slightly. He is probably looking at the freckles. My heart tugs at that, the insecurity that was buried deep inside me resurfacing.

"Boys with freckles are a big no for me." One girl laughs as I walk past the class. I was going for my fashion society. An extra activity for my university apart from the classes. I was majoring in fashion and I really wanted to be a fashion designer.

I had forgotten a few things in my locker so I had to walk through the hallway. I wish I never had to.

"I know you are talking about Ethan." Another girl joins laughing historically. "The freckles make him look pretty instead of handsome." The first girl points out her opinion about me. I raise my eyebrow, standing still in the empty hallway.

"Come on, I think they look adorable on him." Another girl says, disagreeing with the two. The second girl groans before she speaks and rips my heart out of my chest.

"Don't tell me you're into him." Her laugh rings in my head, piercing my ears. "He looks pretty gay to me. Rumor has it, he has a crush on Jackson." She adds and my heart sinks in my chest.

Was I that obvious?

"It's a shame, I would've dated him but the freckles ruin his face." My heart swells as I hear them criticizing my looks. Why don't they understand that I never wanted them. I was born with them and there's nothing I can do to change it.