easy | e. dolan

2. -meeting him

i chugged the shot glass of vodka as it burned my throat.

"what's a gorgeous girl like you doing at a shitty club like this one ?" a male voice deepened into my ears as the figure sat next to me in the chair.

i turned to see the man i couldn't stop thinking about, the one i couldn't keep my eyes off of.

"i'm out with my best friend, to let all the stress out." i smiled at him as he ran his fingers through his dark, thick hair.

"sweetheart, did he break your heart and leave you there confused just like the others?" he asked me. i rolled my eyes.

"why do you care? last time i checked i couldn't remember your name."

"no need to get all bitchy, all i'm saying is that guy is missing out because now you're mine." he raised his eyebrows.

"key words: i don't know your name, valentine!" i recalled, and he grinned.

"ethan. is that what you wanted to hear?" ethan finally replied.

"obviously, i couldn't talk to you without your name."

"why not?" he smirked.

"because you're a stranger." i emphasized stranger. he pretended to act offended.

"i told you my name though!" he defended.

"you still don't know mine though, valentine." i winked and he laughed.

"could i guess? if i guess it right, sweetheart, i can take you out." ethan crossed his arms.

"okay, valentine, lets see what you got." i smirked and crossed my arms, mocking ethan.

"first letter?"

"repeat: lets see what you've got."

"a?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"close, i have 3 a's in my name." i chuckled. he pretended to think for a moment.

"ahh, yes. the famous aviana. i've heard lots about you. didn't actually think i'd actually meet you."

"huh?"

"it was ian, wasn't it?" he asked. i took a sip of my glass again.

"how do you know so much information all of a sudden, valentine?" i questioned.

"i have eyes every where. but for now, let's just say i have a lot of friends." ethan gave me a look i couldn't describe.

"you were friends with ian!" it finally hit me.

"yes, the sweetheart finally got her shit together." ethan smirked and i rolled my eyes.

"you're an asshole."

"i thought i was valentine."

"valentines aren't assholes." i spit, and he looked around the club, then laid his eyes on me once again.

"and pretty girls aren't bitches, but what do you know." ethan took a sip of his drink.

i looked at him, almost like a glare. he knew that he was pushing my buttons.

ethan wanted to play bullshit, and i know how to play too.

"penis." i furrowed my eyebrows.

"penis." ethan spoke a little louder than me, and we received a couple of heads turning.

"penis." i repeated and he chuckled.

"penis," he said almost like a shout.

"penis!" i finally shouted and he repeated, just louder.

"penis!!" i hollered and ethan laughed and clapped.

"i'm proud. sweetheart made daddy proud; she learned a knew word." ethan spoke. i bit my bottom lip and furrowed my eyebrows.

"it's valentine, you're not my daddy." i gritted my teeth.

"babe, don't upset valentine, please. it makes him angry." ethan admonished.

"it's sweetheart to you, valentine. and i could care less if you were angry." i grinned.

"shut up, will you?" ethan rested his head onto his palm.

"nah, i'd rather not. my mom said i was always a quiet one, but what do you know." i stated his reference from earlier.

"those lips are mine, babe."

"it's. sweetheart." he smirked at my reply and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"ahh, i finally made your temper rise." he wasn't lying, though.

"don't. touch. me." i shoved his hand off me.

what surprised me was when his chair slid closer to mine, our knees touching. his body was leaning over the counter towards me, incredibly close.

what surprised me even more was when he started to lean in, but what actually left me speechless was when i started to lean in as well.

his lips lightly brushed against my upper lip, teasing me.

"shh.." he mumbled, wetting his lips.

"fuck it." i heard him say one last time before he smashed his lips onto mine. his lips begged for entrance into my mouth as he kissed me deeply.

the sparks made me feel different as a person, don't know what it was, maybe shocks?

my heart became warm, no longer cold and damp.

the kiss was slow, but it grew faster by the moment. he rested his left hand on my cheek, calming me down.

i ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at it causing his reaction to groan.

i kissed him once again, before pulling away and disappearing into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

i searched for tatum and saw her on walking out of the bathroom, drying her hands onto her hips.

"lets go, c'mon." i latched onto her wrist and dragged her out the door. i knew she was still sober, she never liked drinking.

"what happened, avi?" she asked me as we were finally stranded in the parking lot.

"i met him." i spoke.

"met who?"

"i met ethan."

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i belly flopped onto my bed in my apartment and kicked off my heels. i changed into some sweatpants and a black tank top.

i held my phone to my chest, keeping it safe as i lay on my bed, alone. i sighed in exhaustion remembering ian.

did ian talk to ethan about me? are they friends? am i safe to say that i'm scared of what happens next?

i felt my phone vibrate onto my chest, making me groan.

1 new message from unknown number! would you like to accept the request?
[yes] or [no]

like the dumbass i am, i accepted the request.

unknown: go to sleep

aviana: how did you know i was awake?

unknown: because im doing what ur doing

aviana: what's that?

unknown: thinking about you