The third chapter of my favorite story yet! I hope you also share my liking of it, but I wouldn't know unless you review, so, yea. *Hint hint* I do not own MBAV or Hunter Hanes, blah blah blah... READ ON!

He's Just My Everything

Visits

~Erica's P.O.V.~

I walked in and Cheeseburger came to me, meowing. Suddenly she stopped and smelled me. She purred at my leg.

"Aw, Cheeseburger, do you like Ethan too?" I asked, picking her up.

"Who's Ethan?" Mom's voice came from the couch in front of me.

"Mom, the new kid came today." I went into the complete story, leaving out how much like Jesse he was. She was smiling.

"I'm so happy for you! Oh, how did you do in History?"

"Well..." I showed her. Her eyes shined.

"Oh, baby girl." She said. I put Cheeseburger down.

"I love you, Mom, but I need to get ready for when Ethan comes over!"

"Oh, yes, I'll send him up when he get's here!"

" 'Kay!" I called, already running upstairs. I picked up everything on the ground and put them where each idem belonged. I turned on the radio. I smiled as Wanted by Hunter Hanes came on. I cleared off the desk I have sitting in the corner and turned on the light. I looked around. Wow. I didn't know it was that dirty.

"Jo-ones!" I heard someone call as they came up the stairs.

My stomach dropped. It was not the soothing voice I wanted to hear, but the shrill, annoying voice of Jasmine. She and Sarah appeared, laughing over something I didn't hear.

"Wow, I didn't know someone so useless could keep up such a room." Sarah said harshly. She turned the radio up with a smirk.

"Lame, but a better cover then nothing." Jasmine commented. Sarah hummed, then turned to me.

"Why are you here? I'm sort of busy." I said, turning away from them.

"Doing what?" Jasmine spat. "Listening to this crap? Homework? Doing something for your bitch mother?" Sarah laughed. I whipped around.

"Say it again, Jasmine, I dare you." She slapped me and I fell to the ground.

"Don't disgrace my name, Jones. I like it." Sarah was hissing something in Jasmine's ear, and her snarl curled into a grin. She reached forward and stole my glasses.

"Hey!" I gasped. My sight blurred, I pulled myself forward to retrive them, only for her indistinct figure to toss them to Sarah, who laughed crully. She then kicked my distorted body. I let a grunt escape me.

(As this is happening)

A knock came from the door, and I stood quickly. I couldn't help but feel jittery over meeting Erica's new friend. I opened the door after straitening my skirt.

"Ah, you must be E-" I froze as I saw two girls standing in my mist. "-than... you're not Ethan." I asked, confused. The one with red hair spoke.

"Hello, we're friends of J- um, Erica's." The way she said my daughter's name made me squint.

"She was expecting me and J to meet up with her and Ethan." The way the other one said Ethan's name, with so much hate, made me adjust my stance so I was more tence.

"Oh, really? Naomi and Jenniveve? Is that you're names? She's told me so mush about you." I asked accusingly, using my closest friend's names for my trap. They looked at each other, confused, before the brunette looked at me.

"That's us, ma'am."

"Liars." I said, trying to make my eyes sharp. The red-head punched the other in the arm. She rolled her eyes.

"Out of the way, lady. We're on a mission." She shoved me back, following me in, the other in suit.

"Oh!" I gasped as I fell back. They went up the stairs, laughing and calling, "Jo-ones!"

This ticked me off. Could they not even say Erica's beautiful name? I'm twenty-five years old, and they think they could push me around like that? I'm so gonna... gonna... call their parents. Yes, I went there.

"Miss's Jones!" Came a sweet birdsong of a voice. I sat up a little and saw a boy of lovely figure at my doorstep. "Are you okay? I saw Sarah and Jasmine push you."

"Ah, Ethan Morgan, I presume?" I said, perfectly normal as I got up. But I felt my cheeks burn a little. I brushed off my skirt's behind. "Come in, if you want. I've been expecting you. I mean, Erica has. They went to her room." He rushed in and grabbed my forearm lightly.

"They gave you a carpet burn." He said soothingly. I looked down at it, slightly embarrassed. Why make a big deal out of something little? I laughed it off.

"Oh, I see they did. Well, I'm more concerned about Erica. Come on." I started up the stairs, but his grip tightened a little.

"Oh no, please. Continue with you're taco. I wouldn't want to make you put that aside." He smiled so lovely, that I almost lost my balence. I laughed nervously. I knew he was just being nice. What he meant was, "I got this." I nodded slightly.

"Alright, I guess. Thank you for your help." He nodded once, smile still there. But as he went up the stairs hurriedly, I saw the tempeture drop to nothing at how grim he got. I stiffened in the tenion and sat down in the kitchen, making sure not to touch my elbow to anything. It really stung. I smiled and nibbled the shell on my taco as I thought if how caring he was. I had a good feeling about this one.

Then footsteps hurried down the steps. I glanced up to see the brunette, staring wide-eyed at me. I flicked a finger at the door. She ran out as the red-head came behind her.

"Sarah, I think I'm in love!" She called as she disappeared. I blinked a little, then laughed nervously.

(Back to the point)

"Hey, stop it!" I heard. There. There is what I was looking for. The sweet voice of my friend. He came, and he was helping me. I heard Jasmine let out a small gasp.

"Ethan! Where you doing here?" She said seductively. Sarah scoffed.

"Leave Erica alone!" He snarled. Honestly, I was a little scared too. That sound was... savage. Almost inhuman. Sarah took a couple steps back as Jasmine cringed. I saw though my unperfect sight Sarah toss the glasses somewhere. She made a run for it, running past Ethan and down the stairs, not bothering closing the door. Ethan turned toward Jasmine, who looked around.

"Um, uh, call me!" She said, then followed Sarah. I crawled around for my glasses until a hand was offering them to me.

"Thanks." I mumbled. I guess I wasn't prepared for what I concentrated on when I put them on: revulsion, hate, twisted in his features. I was surprised at first, then I looked down in shame.

"I know. I'm pathetic." I whispered. His fingers were on my chin and raised it. I saw his expression was softer.

"I was making that face at the other girls. I don't find you pathetic, Erica. They're just mean." I couldn't help but notice just how close he was to me. I felt his breath linger around my face, his eyes narrowed as I didn't respond. "Please don't think you're insignificant, Erica. You're just as- oh, crap. If I said you were just as good, that would be an insult." I laughed. "Erica, you're better then those girls." He whispered so quietly, you would have thought he was just breathing. I bowed my head, a small smile unwillingly appearing. When I peeked at him, he was smiling affectionately at me.

"Come on, let's work on homework." I frowned. I completely forgot. He saw the expression on my face and looked around my room.

"We don't have to, you know. It's not due for two weeks. We could just, um..."

"No, I didn't mean it like that! I just forgot about it is all. Sorry." I didn't convince him. He looked around until he saw something. When I looked, he was eyeing my most valuble idem I own. My guitar.

"You play?" He sounded impressed. I nodded, and he must've seen out of the corner of his eye, as he asked the next question.

"Can I hear?" I panicked.

"I-I'd really rather not." I gasped. He saw the alarm in my face and nodded, his eyes also widening.

"So... what then?" He asked.

"Why would you stay? If we didn't do homework, would still be here in my room?" I asked. I was really confused by his questions.

"Of course." He said, surprise in his voice. That took a minute to process, then I smiled at him, who returned it warmly.

We just did homework, me having no idea what to do, and him no knowing what I want to do, so, just homework. But it was still fun. He had rhymes for every sum I didn't know.

After he left, I laid on my bed, wishing he was still here, just so he was so. I realized how late it was, and turned out the light, bringing the covers over me.

Sorry this is short, but I was floored to what I should write for them to do. But, it's done! ~TrampledRose