Y/N is an intelligent girl who only desires to get through school with good grades. Two delinquents, however, have different plans in store for the poor girl. She just doesn't realize how far they're willing to go to cause trouble over her.
{Yander...
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My uneasiness grows the closer I get to Ethan's house, and it didn't help having the two boys clinging to my arms the whole way from the bus stop. It wasn't anything big or fancy, but the neighborhood seems pretty decent. It doesn't look like anybody's inside, though, which made me realize that Ethan's parents must not be home right now. This made matters worse for me. I mean, what'll happen if they get out of hand? It's two to one; I'm outnumbered here! I take a deep breath and try to calm down.
'Okay, Y/N, relax. It can't be too bad. Sure, they're a little rowdy and out of my comfort zone, but they genuinely seem like they want to be friends with me. This'll only be for a few hours, then I can go right home.' These thoughts eased my mind, and I visibly became more relaxed as we stopped in front of the door. We wait for Ethan to fish out the keys from his hoodie pocket, and I note there are four on ring: two round ones, one square, and a much older-looking one that resembles a skeleton key. This detail falls to the back of my mind instantly.
"Welcome home, honey!" Liam, jokes while pulling me past the threshold, causing the both of them to snicker. I roll my eyes and timidly tug at my skirt, wishing I had gone home to change before coming here, but oh well. I adjust my backpack and take off my shoes to leave them by the door even though the boys didn't bother to.
"Let's go to my room," Ethan suggests while walking past us with his hands tucked into his pockets, and we follow after him with no objections. When we pass the living room, however, I freeze on the spot and felt all color drain from my face as I look over at all the weapons mounted on the walls. Old guns and swords are displayed on racks, while on the mantle is a black and white photo of a man in uniform surrounded by unlit candles that have been melted down to little nubs. Every wall holds framed certificates, medals and other pictures of that man along with some photos with other people resembling Ethan and the delinquent himself. I didn't know what to think, though many thoughts raced through my mind in that instant. The weaponry was the first thing to catch my eye, but after seeing the pictures I was able to piece it together quickly. I nearly jumped when Liam slings an arm over my shoulder, breaking me out of my daze.
"Cool, right? Ethan inherited this place from his grandad after he passed, along with all this war paraphernalia." I was in awe, and then, I realized,
"You inherited it? Wouldn't it make more sense to give the house to your parents instead?" I question. The two fall into a tense silence, and Ethan keeps his back turned to me as he clenched his jaw. Liam clears his throat to break the atmosphere before whispering into my ear.
