Chapter 6.

Closing the door behind me, I start for the stairs, feeling quite exhausted after the night I've just had.

"Chloe Ann James, don't even think of taking another step." I stop in my tracks. " Where the hell have you been?!" I turn around to face him and damn, he looks angry.

I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it. " Do you know how worried I was? Not to mention, you haven't been picking up my calls.

Where the heck ----------" I stop him from going on further, when I close the distance and hug him from around the waist.

" I forgot my keys in my room in the morning, my phone battery died." I lie, but he doesn't need to know that. " And I went out for pizza." I continue against his chest, just when his arms come around me.

He tenses.

" You walked, in the night?"

Oh shoot, I'm not saying anything about Wesley.

" No, Callie took me but we separated later, one of her friends took me home." It's a good thing that I'm not looking at his face, or he'll know I'm lying.

I lean back, smiling a bit. " Now stop worrying, you'll get grey hairs." I say, stepping back.

He sighs, running a hand over his face. " I just ----------"

He closes his eyes for a second before opening them again.

" You just what?"

" Nothing, I worry. That's what big brothers do. I'm just glad you're safe." He says, his lips twitch to a small grin.

He's not telling me the whole truth, I guess we're keeping things from each other now.

" Well, I'm going to bed, feeling pretty beat." I turn away and start up the stairs.

" Chloe?" I glance over my shoulder at him.

" Yeah?"

" I love you, okay?" I would have teased him if it weren't for his serious face.

"Love you too." I respond, still feeling slightly confused over his behaviour. He's hiding something from me and not to mention him acting rather weird.

As suspicious as it is, I won't poke and prod in his business, maybe he's stressed out with work and school.

His phone starts ringing and this gives him an excuse to walk away.

I frown after him, though relieved from him maybe asking other questions.

With my confused frown, I make it to my room, placing my bag on the floor and taking my PJs, then going on to take a really nice hot shower.

Under the shower spray, my mind keeps replaying about tonight. Nothing could have prepared me for such a long talk with Wesley, I don't even understand why I'm giving him the time of day, listening to him, worse of all, responding.

' Then bloody get to know me!' Ugh, now he's in my head.

Friends or even such interactions, I should have done more to avoid, being alone made things much easier, especially when Aiden and I were forced to run, from him.

My life is just getting complicated and it's Wesley's fault, now he'd be in mind if ever the time came for me to go. That's why I preferred homeschooling. Damn it.

I just need to tell him to leave me alone, we go back to the way things were, before either one of us crossed paths. Maybe it's my fault, I shouldn't have bothered him that night, but then again, he might have jumped or would he?

Well I don't know, and that night I spoke as if I knew, something about his actions seemed familiar to me, as if a lost  memory was being gained.

I couldn't help myself that night, deep down I didn't want him to jump and I sigh in relief, knowing he hasn't gone back, I'm just not happy about him bothering me, wanting a stranger's opinion.

And he says my eyes are my truth, now I couldn't even look my brother in the eyes back there, being self conscious to not expose myself.

Damn you Wesley Adams..

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" If my brother asks, I was out with you at the pizza place. " I say, standing in front of Callie, shielding her from the sun.

" Good morning to you too." She says, adjusting her shades before looking up at me.

" Will you do it, if you see him?"

" Yeah sure, though I'm curious as to why?"

" What's with the shades?" I reach out to grab them, when she swats my hand away.  " Not feeling well. Now will you speak up?"

" A party on a school night?"

" You're not my mom, so don't." She sighs, resting her head against the table.

" And I don't wish to be. I'm a fellow classmate, advising you to tone it down." I say.

" What happened to the term, friends?"

I open mouth to speak when a scream cuts me off. Callie's head snaps up. That's a scary scream, and it sounds as if someone screamed out of fright.

My eyes follow the few students who are present, rushing off to one direction, to where the scream is coming from.

" Oh shit, I think Adams has finally cracked, he's jumping. " A guy passing by, says to his friend, as they rush off to the same direction.

Wesley?

I don't think twice, rushing after the guys, wanting to confirm my suspicions.

" Chloe, wait up!" Callie calls after me.

I don't listen, following the guys right to the front of the school, where a crowd has formed. Amber is in front, being dramatic, with her friends consoling her.

" Oh shit." Callie curses under her breath, tugging at my arm and trying to get my attention.

I look away from Amber and her crew to Callie, who points up to the roof.

My eyes trail up to the roof, where a hooded figure stands, head hanging low.

" Wesley. " I mumble under my breath.

" Oh my god, is he really going to do it?" Callie asks behind me, a click sounding after.

Looking at her again, I see her take a video of the whole situation, not to mention, most are doing so.

Typical teens.

I leave Callie and walk on front, pushing through people, till I'm standing a few feet from Amber and her friends, but in line with Wesley.

As if he really sees me, his head picks up and our eyes connect.

I see him smirk at me as he steps forward, standing on the edge.

The crowd.

" Who ooh!" One guy screams.

Damn you Wesley Adams.

I groan out, closing my eyes for a second before storming towards the entrance.

" Where are you going?! " Callie calls after me.

" Just to take care of something!" I call over my shoulder just as I disappear out of view.

I don't know what he's doing or planning, he's literally going to give me grey hairs.

I rush past everyone else whose heading out in the hallway, up the stairs that lead to the last door at the top. I push the door open, rushing out onto the roof where my eyes immediately find Wesley.

" Are you out of your freaking mind?!" That's the first thing I say, the minute I'm close enough for him to hear me.

He whips around to face me.

" You told me that you haven't been given a reason to go back, you lied!"

He jumps down from the edge, coming over to stand just a few feet from me and away from view.

" No, I didn't," he shakes his head.

" Oh really?" My brow quirks up.

He nods. " Besides, I just gave most a reason to stay the fuck out of my way."

" And you think you accomplished that by doing this?" I gesture to his little stunt.

" Dangerous and a freak, catching on already?"

He had this whole thing planned out.

"No, fool, you gave them something to talk about, risking your life for nothing." I launch at him, smacking him beside the head.

" Ow!"

" You deserve that and more, damn you!"

" Not so safe after all, huh?" He wiggles his brows at me.

' Safe and responsibilities, that's who you are. '

' Risk is just not you.'

" So, you ----------" he nods, with a victorious smirk on his face.

A fake smile makes it's way onto my face as I take a step closer to him." Wow, Wes. I don't know what to say." I say, pretending to be amazed.

" Just say -----------"

" Oh, I know what to say. This!" My fist shoots out towards his face, connecting it to his nose and his face snaps to the side.

I think I heard a crack.

" How do you like that?" I say, before turning away from him and storming off.

" Ow." I mouth, my hand now throbbing, adrenaline far gone.

" Wait!"

" What?!"  I spin around to face him." Oh my god, I broke your nose!" I gasp, seeing the result of my actions.

" It's not broken, it's just, ow!!" We say in unison, because I hurried over to touch his nose, with my injured hand, causing pain for the both of us.

" Tilt your head back." I tell him, guiding his head.

" We should probably go get this fixed up." I mumble, guiding him towards the door.

" Mr Adams!" Mr Cain yells, bursting through the door.

" Ah, with Miss James, interesting. " the deputy principal, Mr Carter adds, standing beside Cain.

" In my office, now!" Mr Cain orders, pointing to the now open door, with a few students peeking from the stairs.

" And get yourself checked out first, Mr Adams!" Mr Carter adds, wanting to add his own two cents, like always.

" Yes sir." Wesley groans.

" If I get into trouble again Adams, prepare for a slow and painful death." I threaten under my breath, as we descend down the stairs, passing a few curious students.

" At least tell me you enjoyed punching me in the face," he says, and I glance at him.

" Don't move your head." I warn him, when he tries to look at me.

" Tell me," he presses.

" Oh I enjoyed it very much, I'd even do it again."

" Nope, I still like my nose thanks. "

He smirks despite his sore nose.

" You're crazy, too risky." I mumble, but he hears, his smirk widening at me mentioning the word risky.

His smirk is so contagious that I can't suppress my own any further.

Gosh, I must be crazy too.