(Benny's POV)
It's hard to not worry about him, about Ethan. He was my best friend and ever since what had gone down that night with Jesse...Ethan just seems...different. And I haven't a single idea how I could possibly even help him. Grandma tried, I tried, but Ethan didn't want the help. Not from anyone. Okay. What am I supposed to do here? Ethan seemed so distant now, ever since it happened, ever since Sarah had given up everything for him. I get that he's worried about Sarah. He cares about her. He likes her. Which, oddly enough, makes me...kind of jealous. Jealous? Seriously? I can't help these feelings that I have for him. It's not something that you can just pretend does not exist. I know it's been going on for awhile now, but it was just something that I had to keep to myself. Ethan didn't feel that way. He thought of me as a brother, nothing more than that. Right?
Okay...it really was not the time to be thinking about that. Ethan needed me, even if he didn't know it yet. I just...I didn't want him doing anything stupid or getting himself killed trying to seek revenge. Maybe he'll be back at school today. Maybe I can try and talk some sense into him, get him through this, through the guilt. That was all I wanted. To be there for him. ...I wanted to kiss him, hold him in my arms. Oh my god! I have to stop that. Right now. It was ridiculous. Thinking like that. Especially when feeling were obviously not returned.
I tried to call Ethan first, but there seemed to be no answer. Well, let's just hope he's at school today then. So getting up, I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. "Hey, grandma! I'm heading to school now!" I had called out before heading out the front door and on my way to school.