"That's the end of the class," I started packing away my things.
Without warning, people surrounded my desk all talking at the same time. This is annoying, they're only around me because of my father's money, fakes.
"Sorry, I have to go, someone," I said quickly getting away.
I walked to the music department and waited. His class should be over, about, now. Students started piling out, a few started surrounding me making it harder for me to spot him.
Good thing I only have eyes for him, I spotted him quickly. I rushed over to him and tapped his shoulder. He looked at me confused.
"What are you doing here?" He asked l.
"I was hoping we could have lunch together, so?"
He shrugged his shoulder, "Sure why not."
I'm so happy. This lovely human being is Ethan Winters, my crush, he majors in music. And trust me he's a great singer and piano player. The first time I heard was when I was 13 years old, attending my father's scholarship function and he performed. I fell in love with his music, his voice and him.
Since then I vowed to make him fall for me but we didn't get to see each other much and once we did see each other he didn't pay much mind to me. To him, I'm probably nothing more than his sponsor's son. But that'll change.
We sat in the cafeteria, I had some soup and he just sat there drinking some chocolate milk. Cute, but he should eat.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked him.
"No."
"So, how was class today?" I asked to hope to get closer to him.
"It was fine I guess, you?"
"Mines was good."
We did say anymore before people started crowding us. All wanting to talk to me, I was so busy trying to get them away in a friendly manner, I didn't notice when he left. Damn it.
Night- 10 PM
I left the restaurant where I was eating with some kids from my class. I walked down the street, and then I heard someone crying. I stopped and followed the voice down an alley, why am I doing this?
I stood in front of a small kneeling figure, "Hey, you ok?"
They looked up and our eyes both widen in surprise, "Ethan?"
"Alex?"
"Wait, you know my name?" I asked forgetting everything else.
"Of course, I do."
He got up and tried to walk off, I grabbed his hand gently.
"Why were you crying?"
"It's none of your business."
"Please tell me, maybe I can help you."
"Help me? How would a spoiled rich kid like you help me? People like you think all their problems can be solved with money."
"Just tell me, what to do?" I pleaded.
He smirked, "You want to help."
He kissed me, wow what's going on? Is he kissing me? I responded to the kiss and wrapped my hand around his waist pulling him closer. The kiss was magical, but what's that I'm tasting? Alcohol.
We pulled away breathing heavily, that was amazing. It feels like a dream. He leaned against my chest, "Make me forget all my troubles, just tonight." He whispered seductively to him.
Does he mean? Should I? Of course not, I can't sleep with him when he's drunk. That'll just be taking advantage of him. But I can't just leave him here. Should I take him to his house? But where does he live? What about my place? Oh God, I don't know what to do.
(I want to help)
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