Scripted

Chapter 11

"Wow that was so amazing! It was such a rush you know? We really had a connection up there Bailey!"

"Yeah."

Ethan has been so happy and energized since we go off stage.

We did do a really great job on our little kissing scene, but I wasn't really felling his energy.

All I could think about was that fact he's homeless!

"Look I know we didn't start off too well, but I think we can make this work. I like working with you Bailey. We're good together."

I looked up at Ethan after he said those words. He had so much sincerity in eyes that I knew he actually meant what he said.

Before I would have been so happy to hear him say that, but now that I knew his secret I didn't know what to feel.

"Yup."

"Yup? Okay what's your problem?" Ethan asked. 

I could feel his gaze on me but i couldn't make myself look back. Instead i looked down at the lose thread hanging from the back of the seat in front of me. It seemed to be begging me to pull at it. I sat there and wondered what would happen if i kept pulling the thread. Would the seat shrink becoming miniature like my socks do? 

We were sitting in the theater while Alyssa and Brian, the chubby Asian kid who plays my dad, were up on stage rehearsing. 

Alyssa was so excited to finally get to rehearse she practically did cartwheels up onto the stage nearly breaking her leg, not in a good way. 

Gotta love her enthusiasm. 

"Bailey!" Ethan said growing impatient. He put his cool finger under my chin, lightly pushing my head up, forcing me to look up at him. 

"What's your problem?" he asked again. 

I sat and gazed back at him, trying not to hyperventilate because he was touching me. 

What was i supposed to say to him? My problem is that i enjoyed our kiss more than i should have? Or how about I that know you're homeless?! 

Both seemed like terrible things to mention at the moment but I decided to go with the latter. I can't let Ethan know i like him, he's one to get bigheaded. 

Our eyes locked and i took that as my opportunity to spill the beans.

"Ethan i know your...secret" i whispered. 

I closely studied his reaction and felt his finger tense where it lay under my chin. 

His blue eyes widened a little and his hand dropped to his lap. 

He didn't stop looking at me though. 

"What are you talking about?" he asked, his eyes never leaving my face. 

His eyes roamed me making me feel a little uncomfortable. 

He looked worried with his soft blue eyes and his eyebrows scrunched together. 

I took a deep breath and prepared myself. 

"Ethan you tense up every time i mention your house, you're..you're really skinny and... I know you took the peas from my house." I said finally letting everything spill out my mouth. 

I felt like Bella swan when she was telling Edward she knew he was a vampire. Technically Hannah put the pieces together but still, i knew his secret. 

Ethans gaze dropped for a second and when he looked back at me the worry that was written all over his face before was replaced with pure anger. 

When I was little, maybe 4 or 5, I once decided that my dads black jeep would look a lot better hot pink, so I painted it hot pink. The anger my dad had towards me for what I did didn't seem to even compare with the anger Ethan was showing.