Addicted

part five

unedited.
selena's pov.

i smiled at ethan as he told another dad joke to try and cheer me up. we walked down the halls during our lunch period since both of us didn't want to sit with grayson.

"i can't believe he accused you of being into me." he brought up, laughing right after he said it.

i shook my head, "he just needs something to blame it on i guess."

i readjust my backpack as we got to the library, this is where we normally hang out if we didn't want to go to study hall or lunch, like today.

we sit at the end of the rows of books, across from each other. "so do you think you'll eventually cave in?" ethan asks, his smile turning into a small frown. it makes me happy that he cares that much about me. grayson hasn't asked about my well-being since before we even started dating.

i purse my lips, not really sure to answer him.

"probably not."

he rolls his eyes at my response, "you're better than him. you deserve better."

(a/n: imagine this is what ethan's face looks like when she responded.)

"ethan it's not a big deal, maybe he'll clean up his act a little, change."

ethan scoffs, shaking his head and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

i raised my eyebrow, so he's just gonna zone out of the conversation?

a couple seconds later he pursed his lips and flipped his phone around, to show me what was on his screen.

it was a video, two people at a party.

grayson, and..

jane?

i could barley make out their faces before she got on top of him, everyone watching as they made out.

and ethan just sat there and recorded it?

i got up from the floor and grabbed my bag, walking away from him before i got mad and started some unnecessary fight.

"wait." he said, standing up and following me as i walked away.

i took a deep breath, "so you didn't stop my boyfriend from making out with my bestfriend, you just sat back and recorded it to use against him."

his tongue moved against the inside of his cheek, trying to think of a response.

it wasn't until then that i realized, jane made out with my boyfriend.

my bestfriend.

and she didn't even tell me?

"i'm sorry but isn't it better to know what kind of guy my brother is?"

"he's your brother. shouldn't you be standing up for him?"

"he might be my brother but you're my bestfriend. and you need to know you deserve better."

i roll my eyes, "why do you think there's someone better?"

"because if i were the one dating you, i would've treated you a thousand times better than him. every guy in school talks about how you could do better. that you're out of his league."

"there are no league's, we're all human."

he nodded, "you're the girl every guy wants to take home to meet his parents. you're the kind of girl a guy wants to build a life with."

i laugh, "so i'm wifey material."

i cringed right after the words left my mouth.

"all i know is i'd want you as my wife."

i step back a little, "i don't know if you're hubby material enough for me." i say, teasing him a little bit.

he pushes my shoulder and grabs onto his backpack, "i'd be the perfect husband, pshhh."

"i always thought grayson would be."

ethan's smile faded faster than light, disappointed i was still on the topic of his twin.

"you need to move on." he tells me.

"it's been like two days, not even." i defend.

"and he made out with your bestfriend."

"as far as i know, you're my bestfriend."

his smile returns, "yeah. and you're mine."