"You're an idiot." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear me as we pulled up to my apartment complex.

"Is that how you thank your saviour?" He asked in a playful manner.

"Fuck you." I said with a sarcastic smile.

"Why are you always so mad around me?" I could hear the sincerity in his voice. He was right, he pissed me off every time I was around him. Whether we were, very rarely, alone or with Aubrey I never hid it. I mean how could I? I dead ass liked him and he forgot all about me like it meant nothing. I clenched my jaw holding those words in. It was useless telling him anyway. What difference would it make.

"I don't know Ethan, I don't know." I rolled my eyes. 

Seriously just drop it idiot. I thought to myself.

"I think I deserve to know why my girlfriend's best friend doesn't like me." He gripped his steering wheel and looked at me. He looked puzzled.

"You don't deserve anything, at least not from me." I looked at him. "Have yourself a lovely day. And tell Aubrey to get her ass here when she wakes up, if you manage to remember that vital information." I frowned and unbuckled my seat belt and opened the door slamming it be hind me. I fought with myself not to turn and look at him. 

I got home took off my shoes, my jacket basically everything except my socks and boxers. I ruffled around in the kitchen found some painkillers downed them. I was exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally. I pulled my phone out checked the time for the first time today. It was 12pm no wonder it was so hot.

To Aubreez

Don't come today. Am tired

But tomorrow get ready to spend the day with me.

I have so much planed, I don't guarantee you liking it.

I put it on the charger and went to shower. Ordered some food ate then went to bed. 

I was woken up by the sound of someone knocking persistently on my door. I half opened my eyes and made my way to the door. I opened to see Ethan standing there. I was too tired. I let him in.

"What are you wearing?" He looked amused. I looked down at myself to double check. I was wearing boxers and socks. That's the only thing that made me feel comfortable.

"Am comfortable and that's all that matters." I scratched my head." Why are you here? I feel like am seeing you more than I would like to and that's not at all."

"Calm down, Aubrey said to check on you, she feels like shit so she asked me to do it." He sighed.

"Well, as you can see, am perfect. I just want to sleep right now so the door is over there." 

"You can sleep if you want, and don't worry I know where the door is. I'll just make you something then I'll leave." I'm very confused and sleepy right now.

"Why? Why?" I asked a bit agitated.

"Because if I just leave I won't hear the end of it."

"We can just say you did, I'll vouch for you."

"I don't want to start lying to her now."

"Yeah, we don't want that." I think he sensed the sarcasm in my tone but choose to ignore it. I stopped caring none the less and went off to bed. "Do whatever you want, I don't want Aubrey getting mad over it." I called from my bedroom.

I flopped on my stomach and pulled the covers to my shoulders. I tossed and turned for a good ten minutes but couldn't sleep. I sat up and started playing with my phone. I could hear clattering in the kitchen then a crush.

"FUCK!" Ethan cursed in the other room. Instinctively I got up and ran to him. He dropped a plate then cut himself I assumed while picking up the broken glass.I handed him a cloth and sat him down in the living room. 

"Stay there don't move."  I swept the glass and disposed of it. I went to my cabinets and got my first aid kit and a bandage. I knelt down and cleaned his wound. "It's not that deep, the bleeding has stopped but you need to clean it so it doesn't get infected."

I could feel him just looking at me as if he was studying my face. It reminded me of that night. My heart started to race. It felt like déjà vu. I tried to shake off the feeling but as long as he was looking at me intensely, I couldn't.

"Stop that." I growled.

"Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?" He sounded proud of himself as if he achieved something.

"No, it's just annoying." I put down the rubbing alcohol and started to bandage him. He continued with his gaze.

"I never noticed you had slight freckles on your face." I avoided looking at him when he said that. This was really weird.

"Yeah, well take a good look, you won't see me this up close again."

"That's what am doing." He said as I finished bandaging him.

"Go home." I said as I picked the first aid and went to put it back. He was still looking at me. I rolled my eyes. "Dude, go home, I don't want you getting more hurt in my house. You did what you came here to do so just go home." I went off to the kitchen he followed me behind.

"Well thank you," he said as he held up his injured hand.

"It's not like I could leave you like that."

He started walking towards me. I started to freak out. My body couldn't co-operate with my brain and move. My heart was racing faster with each step he took inching closer to me. His eyes were locked into mine and his expression was hard to read. A cold sweat dripped down my spine. The little I was able to move I inched back. 

I wanted to speak but the words were cought in my throat. He took his last step and we were centimetres away from each other. He reached his hand out and his cologne consumed me. My legs started feeling weak. My stomach was in knots. He grabbed his keys from behind me and had this cocky grin on his face. Asshole. I thought. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. 

"What's wrong?" He asking with a smirk. He could see how flustered he made me. Then I realized that this bastard was taking advantage of my uncomfortableness around him.

"Get out." I said as I pushed him to the door. He was laughing the entire time.

"Calm down, I was just messing with you. I didn't think you'd get like this." He laughed. I opened the door and glared at him while he continued to laugh and grab his jacket.

"Haha, you had your fun so fuck off already." I rolled my eyes.

He stepped outside, he turned around to say something but I slammed the door in his face. I could hear him still laughing and saying his sorry on the other side of the door. I shook my head. Then it got quiet. I figured he left. I walked over to my bed and collapsed there.

Fucking idiot. That bastard. I fucking hate him.

I caused at myself for falling for his antics. I should have known better.