It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was curled up in my bed watching YouTube videos. School had not occurred for me today because I had picked up an insufferable pathogen, which has left me feeling all sickly and crappy.

Despite how shitty I felt, I was so desperate not to miss a day of learning that I still tried to make it into school this morning. However, I made it no further than the kitchen before proceeding to empty last night's shepherd's pie all over the immaculately clean kitchen floors.

My mum who was still eating her breakfast was far from impressed. She gave me a nasty glare before sending me straight back upstairs while muttering something about me being too much of a nerd for my own good.

It's not my fault that when you miss one day of school, you seem to be trying to catch up for weeks on end.

My phone then flashed indicating I had a text message and I picked it up assuming it was going to be another text from May or Chloe checking if I was still alive but surprisingly it was Ethan.

Things had gone back to normal after the party and we were back to our normal bickering and poking fun of each other type dynamic.

So, to put it bluntly, Ethan was back to being his normal dick-ish and annoying self. I really should have savoured the precious few days where he was ignoring me.

Satan XX: Are you dead?

I rolled my eyes when I read his text. I had changed his number to Satan a while ago because it seemed a much better fit than the self-righteous name he had put in before.

I hadn't shown up for one measly day and the idiot's first thought was that I was dead.

He was such a fucking moron.

Me: Yes Ethan. I died.

I texted him back sarcastically. If he was going to ask me a stupid question, he was going to get a stupid response.

He texted me back almost immediately.

That's strange. I didn't know dead people could text.

I just decided to blank him by not saying anything more but he did not seem to take the hint as I saw two new messages pop up on the screen. I was tempted not to read them, but curiosity got the better of me and I peeked.

Look I know you're sick Mia. Do you need anything?

Actually, never mind I'm coming over. See you in 15 minutes! 😊

I sat up quickly in shock upon reading the message not being able to believe his audacity.

Who did this boy think he was to just invite himself around like that?

Especially when I looked all ugly and gross.

You know what fuck him! Since I'm the only one home, I'm going to teach him a lesson and not answer the door.

Around 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang as expected. I smiled smugly, knowing the idiot was never going to get in. After a few seconds, he rang the doorbell again.

And again.

And again.

I could faintly hear him from all the way downstairs yelling, "MIA OPEN THE DOOR."

He was eventually going to want to give up out of boredom or the doorbell would run out of battery, I honestly didn't care which one came first.

Finally, there were no more rings and I smiled triumphantly knowing that he had given up. I then pressed play on my YouTube video-again and snuggled deeper underneath my duvet and letting out a contented sigh.

Suddenly, I heard the latch of my front door open abruptly, causing me to narrow my eyes in suspicion.

He couldn't have.....

A few seconds later I heard the door close, followed by the sound of footsteps slowly ascending the stairs. I eyed the door to my bedroom with caution, knowing there was a high chance that someone was just going to come barging in.

Just as I had predicted, the door of my bedroom swung open revealing the one and only. Ethan Blythe.

"How the fuck did you get in?" I said with a groan as I started to sit up. I didn't know whether to be impressed or irritated that he managed to get in.

He just beamed back at me with a cocky smirk on his face, before sauntering his way into the room like he owned the place. "With a little friend I like to call a bobby pin," he said holding up a bent bobby pin proudly.

I stared at him in shock. "So let me get this straight. You illegally broke into my house with a bobby pin just because I wouldn't open the door for you...." I choked in disbelief.

He just shrugged his shoulders and flopped down on my desk chair by the window and started to spin around on it. "It's an eye for an eye Chubs. You broke into my house so it's only fair," he said giving me a pointed look.

I scoffed. "But still you could have at least knocked before barging into my room like that. What if I was getting changed?" I said with narrowed eyes.

"I wouldn't have minded," he said with a wink. "Actually, I think that would have made my day," he chuckled contentedly.

"You're disgusting," I hissed.

He didn't even try and deny it and just shrugged his shoulders once more, before getting out the chair and starting to wander around the room.

"I can't believe I finally made it into Mia Collins bedroom..." he announced dramatically as he started randomly opening cupboards and drawers for absolutely no reason.

He suddenly paused when he got to one drawer. "Ooo sexy..." he drawled, as he waved a lacy, scrappy piece of material in the air with a smirk.

I whined in annoyance, as I realized, he had located the drawer where I kept my bra's. "Stop being a weirdo and put it back," I snapped but he just completely ignored me.

"Nah, I don't think I will. I want to keep it as a souvenir," he teased as he started to stuff it into the back pocket of his jeans.

I sprang out of the bed as quick as lightning and quickly ran over to him, to snatch it back.

Being the dick that he was, he just started to chuckle and held it incredibly high up in the air so I couldn't reach. With his other hand, he grabbed the label on the side of the bra and tilted his head up to read it.

"Oh wow you're a 34C now, clearly things have been going well since those training bra days," Ethan taunted with a toothy grin.

I knew he was referring to my 7th grade days where my chest was as flat as a pancake, which he used to love to make commentary on.

"Shut the fuck up Ethan, at least I wasn't all bucked toothed like you back in 7th grade," I seethed.

He just snored and didn't seem the tiniest bit bothered by my statement. He was lucky his braces sorted all that shit out, otherwise, he might not be laughing.

"Just give it back," I yelled angrily, as I frantically jumped up and down in the air to try and get it.

Times like these made me reminiscent of middle school, where I used to be two inches taller than him.

Suddenly I paused when I noticed the strange way he was looking at me, or rather where in particular he was looking.

For some reason, his eyes had gone all hooded and dark and were slowly descending their way down the length of my body and seemed to be particularly focused on my legs.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I snapped in annoyance, feeling weirded out by the way he was looking at me. I know I didn't look the best today, but I had been vomiting all day so surely he could cut me some slack.

Did he expect me to look like a glamour model or something after lying in bed all day?

Ethan coughed awkwardly and momentarily dragged his eyes away from my body to look back up at me but it looked like he had to physically fight himself to do so.

"I...err...I didn't know you slept without pants on..." he said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

What the hell was he on about?

Oh shit.

My eyes widened in horror and I immediately looked down and made a little pathetic cry sound when I realized that I was only wearing a hoodie. Meaning, my underwear was completely on show for Ethan.

I was so focused on getting my bra back, that I completely forgot that I hadn't put any pants on today.

"NO. NO. NO. NO. NO!!" I screamed in panic, as I dashed back over to my bed and divided underneath the covers, to protect whatever dignity I had left.

I heard him chuckle and walk over to me, before taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

"Chubs..." he sighed, as he tried to pull the covers away from my face, but I was holding them with a vice-like grip, too embarrassed to even look at him.

Can you blame me? He had literally seen me in my underwear for an uncomfortably long period of time.

"This is so humiliating..." I mumbled in embarrassment from underneath the safety of the covers.

"I'm more than happy to flash you my pants too if it'll make you feel like less of the odd man out," Ethan said with amusement in his tone.

I pulled the covers down from over my head and shot him an unimpressed look. "Actually, I think that would probably make things 10 times worse," I said bluntly.

Suddenly his eyes locked on to my hoodie. "Hey, isn't that mine?" he said in confusion as he moved my covers out the way so more of my torso could be seen.

It was his hoodie. It was the one I had stolen from him the night I had broken into his house.

"No. We must have the same one..." I said with a nervous chuckle.

"Hmm," he hummed, looking completely unconvinced.

He then surprised me by practically climbing on top of me so he could dive his hand underneath the back collar of the hoodie. I widened my eyes, realizing he was probably looking for the label.

Crap

"Hey, don't touch it," I said weakly, but it was too late.

"Ah. Ha. It is definitely mine. It literally says Ethan on the back," he stated smugly. "Would you like to explain yourself Chubs?" he said arching an eyebrow up at me in amusement.

I looked away in shame, knowing full well that I shouldn't be wearing it but in my defense, his hoodie was comfortable as hell and it smelled really nice like him.

"Okay fine. I stole it from your room the night I snuck in." I said with a defeated sigh.

"Also, don't expect me to give it back though, it's mine now!" I snapped possessively.

The hoodie and I had formed an emotional bond in our short history together and he'd have to fight me for it if he wanted it back.

Ethan held his hands up defensively. "Don't worry I don't want it back." He said with a snort.

"Besides, I quite like the way you look in it," he said softly, as his eyes slowly glanced over the hoodie-clad figure, with a proud smile spread across his face.

His gaze then rose and fell on me. His blue eyes softened slightly as they flickered between my own. They hypnotized me with their intensity. I don't know if I was imagining it, but it felt like he was inching closer to me and decreasing the already minuscule distance between us. He swallowed harshly before dropping his eyes down to my lips, pausing on them for an unusual amount of time.

Shit, was he going to kiss me?

I immediately dismissed the idea.

There's no way in hell that Ethan would ever try and kiss me.

Especially when I looked all sweaty and snotty nosed. A sane person wouldn't even touch me with a stick, never mind put their lips anywhere near mine.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "I wouldn't sit this close. I still have a cold remember. I could throw up at any second...." I joked, in an attempt to try and break the weird atmosphere that seemed to be building up in the room.

It seemed to work and the weird look in his eyes faded and he snapped out whatever trance he was in.

He let out a soft chuckle. "I don't mind. I'd get to miss a few days of school. Why do you think I came here?" he smirked.

"How are you so smart with such a delinquent attitude," I said shaking my head at him in astonishment.

His eyes then lit up. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. I took the initiative to go to all your classes, to pick up all the work that you missed today," he said as he jumped off the bed and started rummaging through his bag.

He took out a larger folder containing the said work and dumped it on to my bed.

"And I even picked up some extra-credit work for you too," he said with a smirk. "You're welcome" he laughed.

Fuck my life.