First message
Ethan sat next to you in class. Leaning over and whispering in your ear Come to my house after school. He looked at the board in the front of the class. And I’m not asking, so don’t try to make an excuse, freak. After that, he didn’t speak another word to you. You always looked weird with you White hair, and gray looking eyes, like a freak of nature, a beautiful one, but still a freak. After school, Ethan waited for you on his front porch, tapping his foot impatiently