I stir awake, stretching on my bed.
My hand makes contact with the cold, an empty side. Opening my eyes, it's confirmed that there's no one else but me. He must have gone in the early morning, well, I don't have to worry about my brother finding him in here, because it would have been a very loud morning, with Aiden yelling and wanting to get his hands on Wesley.
I wouldn't want my brother to get the wrong idea, Wesley and I are just friends, who happen to have kissed more than once. I totally blame it on exhaustion, for the other two kisses.
I try not think of the last one, there was no rush, no force, but just us kissing. No words could really explain why we let it happen, it just did. Neither one of us seemed to have an after shock or regret, we simply kept silent and went to sleep.
One may think I'd be embarrassed or would be blushing like any other teen, but I'm not. I guess I'm not normal then.
I feel fine with no expectation or dwelling on what happened, because that's it, it just happened, I can't change it.
Getting out of bed, I head over to the bathroom for my morning routine.
I must be dreaming.
That's the first thought that comes into mind, when I see none other than Wesley, in the kitchen, seated on the bar stool and drinking tea if I'm correct, while Aiden is busy cooking on the stove.
I haven't moved from the doorway for maybe two minutes or so, just looking at them. They look so normal, there's no sign of physical harm on either of them and I didn't hear anything crash.
' I might have jolted awake by then,' I remind myself.
This means that Aiden knows that Wesley spent the night here, in my room, and I'm about to get it from him.
Damn you Wesley, if he caught you sneaking out through the door.
" So, how long are you planning on standing there?" I blink, staring at my brother, who's now looking at me.
He doesn't look angry.
I'd rather see anger, at least I'd know what I'm getting myself into.
" Come on, breakfast is ready, " he says, turning back to the stove.
I'm on edge, I don't know what to expect, he's not giving anything away.
I enter into the kitchen and walk over to sit next to Wesley, who's now looking at me.
I give him a questionable look, wondering why he's still here.
" Good morning to you too, " he says, drinking his tea.
I narrow my eyes at him, while he tries to hide his smirk behind his mug.
" Breakfast is served." Aiden says, handing me a plate full of food.
I watch with careful eyes as he gives Wesley too, who thanks him and starts digging into his food.
Okay, the silence is killing me.
" Spit it out, because I know it's eating at you." Aiden says, settling down on the opposite side.
" Okay, what's going on here? Why haven't you tried killing him yet?..... I didn't even hear a crash or something break."
" Oh, I will, I just need to know if he touched you or not?"
" I thought I spoke for the both of us," Wesley speaks up for the first time.
" What do you mean touch me? I don't understand, please explain." I look at him innocently.
" You know what I mean." Aiden sighs.
" Actually I don't, if you mean hold my hand, then yes." I say, continuing eating.
" Chloe, don't act dumb, I mean ---------"
" He means, did we have sex?" Wesley says and our heads snap in his direction.
He shrugs his shoulders.
" Oh, you mean like how he dreams of jumping Ingrid's bones? Oh no, we didn't. " I shake my head.
" I do not!" Aiden almost shrieks, taken aback.
I smirk while Wesley snickers.
" Ha ha, very funny." Aiden rolls his eyes. " Now, where was I?"
" Oh, you were about to give us the bees and birds talk."
Aiden's ears turn pink.
This topic can get pretty awkward for Aiden, he literally tries avoid it. It's hilarious when he tries to explain.
" Weren't you going to demonstrate ?" Wesley says and looking at him, I see a glint in his eyes.
Ooh he caught on fast.
" Uh, I ----------"
" You can just use this banana." I lean over to pick up a banana in the middle of the fruit bowl, but he smacks my hand away.
" Okay, enough you two." He rises to his feet, placing both palms on the counter.
" What happened, I was just getting ready to learn ----------"
" Yeah, the birds and the bees. Let's get serious for a moment, okay?"
I sit upright, putting the teasing on hold.
" I might have killed your friend, if it weren't for him telling me that you had a nightmare."
Darn it, I don't want to get into this.
" Chloe, you know I don't like the idea of you letting guys in your room ----------" I open my mouth to speak but he continues, " but this was the first time and I hope this will be the last. Now with this friendship, I can't stand in the way and I don't intend on doing so." He turns to Wesley.
" I hope your intentions with my sister are as good as you said earlier. A friendship, that's all, and nothing more. Are we clear?" He gives us his most intimidating look yet.
Both Wesley and I nod vigorously.
" Good, and one more thing, no inappropriate touching, Wesley is welcome here anytime." I arch my brow at him.
The telephone starts ringing, now interrupting him.
" Don't make me regret this, " he warns, pointing at us just as he walks over to answer the telephone.
We are left in silence, none of us having anything to say.
" I should go." Wesley speaks up.
I turn to face him as he rises to his feet. " What did you say to him? He didn't kill you."
" Well, he did have his hands on my neck for a moment, if that counts."
" You never answered my question. "
" And I'm never going to, it's between your brother and me. "
" Since when do you keep things from me?" Okay, that didn't sound right.
" What I meant was ----------"
" I know what you meant, " he says, stepping close, his hands resting on either side of me, now caging me in.
" So, is that it? You won't tell me?"
" Nope, " he says, popping the p.
Looking into his eyes, I see that he isn't intending on telling me anything.
" Okay, don't tell me then." I cross my arms, shrugging my shoulders.
His own eyes narrow, looking suspicious. " So, you won't ask anymore?"
" I won't. "
" Why don't I trust you on this?"
I lean close, leaving some space between us. " Well, that's up to you, take me as I am, Adams. " I say, pushing him back and getting off the chair, before I leave him standing there.
I'm not one to go out much, but today, I decided to do that with Callie. I felt bad last night, after she came to apologise about what happened at school. I might have been irritated at first, basically raising my voice at her, but I couldn't be angry for long.I can't deny that it was getting pretty annoying with the occasional questions about Wesley and me. I mean, couldn't they mind their own business?Unfortunately no.I believe things might get worse from here on out, not that I expect anything less, with Wesley still being the talk of the school even when he's not doing anything. Wesley and I have just started out on our friendship and I have to say, that it's a lot more weird then I thought.We've certainly gone beyond friendship when we kissed, and I can't really find a reason as to why we did, not that we talked about it. It's like it never happened the next day and I was happy we didn't talk abou
" You have got to be kidding me." I mumble, looking at the local pub in front of us.This is one of the most popular ones here in Rivermead, with occasional visits from bikers. It can get crowded sometimes and they aren't so easy to persuade on the under age.It would be a hard thing to do. You'd have to do something in order to get in, maybe know someone, just to be let in.How was Wesley able to get in, is my question.I just hope he doesn't land himself into trouble." Any idea on how we can get in?" I ask, glancing between Fin and the entrance, blocked by the bouncer.He looks scary enough over here, I can't imagine being in front of him." I know someone ----------"He tells me, busy texting furiously on the phone." Who?"He doesn't answer me but continues on texting, before I can question him again,
The drive had been silent , neither one of us speaking. Fin had offered his place for us to crash for the night, his parents were away for two weeks. I could have said yes and stayed over, but I just needed my own bed right now.Arriving at his double story house, I helped him with Wesley, till he was settled in the spare room. I didn't know how he'd feel, waking up at Fin's house, since they weren't in speaking terms, but I knew that it was better than being at his house, where he was doing all he could to avoid his father.Though I am mad at him, I couldn't do that to him.I sit silently, waiting with a vegetable pack against my cheek. My mind is still wrapped around what had transpired between Owen and me. I still can't believe he did this to me, he actually raised his hand on me, even after knowing perfectly well, what I've gone through with Luis.The one person who I considered a father figure in my l
The feeling of being watched, stirs me awake. Right when my eyes open, I'm met with the sight of Wesley, wait, let me rephrase that, a glaring type of Wesley seated on a stool, just by the coffee table. He's watching me and someone else.Realization of the current position I'm in, knocks me back to my senses and I slowly rise to my feet." No, you do not get to look at us like that, after we ---------"" You're spooning, " he says so quietly, it's scary." So what? " He raises his brow." We weren't spooning, we fell asleep."He scoffs at that." Damn, I hadn't slept so nice in a long time. Ouch." Fin says behind me, making me tense up.Wesley getting off the stool grabs my attention, and watching him take threatening steps towards us, has me narrow my eyes at him." So what if we were spooning? It's not like ---------"
I hear them come down the stairs before I see them. Appearing from the kitchen doorway, the first thing I notice is them coming down side by side, with no sign of tension.They've been up there in Fin's room for almost 30 minutes, and I didn't mind waiting, with the time used to do what was needed. I just hope that the talk served as an opening for more chats to come.Wesley is the first to notice me. He stops in his tracks, making Fin to do the same, as well as to quirk his brow at my hand with a bowl of cereal." Sorry, I was hungry, " I try to say." And you didn't think to make some for me? " Wesley says, with a teasing tone but I ignore him." Um, when you're ready, could you take me home?" I ask Fin." Yeah....Sure." He trails off, glancing between Wesley and me.I think he can sense the tension between us.I turn around, heading back to the kitchen. I take a seat on the stool and continue on eating." You have eve
They haven't stopped calling me, Aiden and Owen. I haven't had the guts to answer either one of them because of what happened last night. The images are vivid and my heart still hurts from the betrayal.If only Aiden knew the reason behind me not answering, he'd surely feel the same way, and his reaction would be totally different from mine. Owen hurt me and I don't want to see him right now.I'm still shocked by his actions, how he could even react in such a way and have no regret right after. It's as if all time I'd expressed or spilled about what that bastard did to me, did not matter to him.I'm so confused, but not enough to seek answers right now.A clear mind, that's what I need.Something to clear my mind off things is what Wesley intended on providing for me. I'd already told him about not feeling up to heading home just yet, and like the friend he is, no further discussion was ne
My heart thuds against my chest when I notice him leaning in again.I push at his chest, my hands resting there ." Where's the bathroom? " I ask."Let me show you." He says, eyes closed." No, I- I'll look for it myself. " I mutter, moving from under his outstretched arm and heading over to the pile of clothes on the bed." I didn't know what you would have preferred, so ------------ "" So you brought the whole closet." I tease him, trying to lighten the mood." Too much?" He comes over to stand next to me, peeking a look at me as he rubs at the back of his neck.I nod, an amused smile coming onto my face.I start looking through the clothes, only to notice a piece of lace. I turn to face him with a raised brow, holding up a piece of lingerie in between my fingers.I swear, that I've never seen so much red on a guy's cheeks, like right now, when he takes note of what's in my hand." Anita gave me th
I silently watch him pace up and down in front of me, his jaw set tight and hands clenched into fists." Wes --------"" Don't, " he holds up his hand to silence me. " I need a minute." He says, continuing on pacing." Just don't get yourself worked up about this."" Don't get myself worked up - how the f*ck am I not suppose to, when someone you trusted, actually hi -------------" he huffs, not being able to finish his sentence.Seeing him like this, all bothered by what he's heard, for some reason plays at my heart. It actually reminds me that I haven't had many people worry about me, nor have I opened up the door for them to show me that they care.So to see him like this, plays with my emotions and that makes me scared a bit.I sigh, taking off the shoes and moving on further on the bed to lay in the center, on my back. There's a moment of silence where I'm staring at the ceiling, trying to get ahold of my emotions and